You are the BIGGEST PRICK that ever lived!!!
I have to type this in BOLD
in hopes that things sink
in!!!
But maybe when I type this it will finally sink in!!
You are selfish cunt that deserves whatever will follow!! (I would like
this to be your BIRTHDAY wish!!)
IF you ever show your face with 10 feet of me I will kick your ass MOTHERFUCKER!!!(And now you
KNOW that I can do it… F.Y.I I was
straight, sober, clean whatever you wish to think the day I threw you up
against the wall.)
I wrote MY mother’s obituary, but you best let your new son write yours.
I used to copy and print song lyrics to TRY to wake you up!!
From here on out I will write lyrics BASED on YOU!!
You MUST REALLY THINK THAT YOU FUCKED ME OVER (indeed you did)
BUT what goes around comes around…and don’t worry it will.
This is going to be my LAST correspondence to you.
So I will type S L O
W and hope that it all sinks in.
By the way or BTW I will send copies of this to my friends, back it
up on DVD’s and it will NEVER go away!!!
With that in mind I want to say that all that MY mother wanted back in
2006 was to have a few years of happiness and health alone(without you), but it
looks like you got that one and then some.
I had to ask her and have her waste her time with MY biggest question of
the time:
“Why doesn’t dad love me?”
“He doesn’t even love himself” is what was said verbatim.
Well as luck and absolute irony would have it: It is 9/11/11: OVER ½ of
what I wrote is completely lost forever and we all know that the first draft is
the best, most pure and raw. I will do my absolute best to try to reiterate
what I originally wrote.
As I recall it was implying that I had helped drive an innocent woman to
her grave, by worrying about and protecting me for over 30 years. I also have
the absolute fondest memories of you beating the ever-loving FUCK out of her
and destroying the house numerous times. Don’t worry, there were beautiful
pictures and recordings of those in case your “senior memory” would choose to
selectively forget them. Ahh the beautiful memories like being held up by shirt
collar against the wall when I missed a corner of the lawn with the riding
mower, being called a fat, lazy fuck almost all of my childhood. Better yet, being
scared to tell the truth about anything relating to accidents or fuck ups. It
was also refreshing to be ripped out of a car at 17 and thrown on the ground by
a raging lunatic. Man, you were an AWESOME father!!! Every child should bask in
the LOVE, patience, and understanding that YOU showed ME!!!
I have to sidetrack here for a second. Speaking of Mothers, I constantly
hear YOURs telling me “ how much you deserved that 40 acres of land, how hard
you worked on it and how great it would be for you to have, BUT back on June 5th
1988 I remember a man ( YOUR DAD) standing upon his feeble feet for one of the
last times telling you to have “US” take care of the farm, so somehow it is
just all too hard for me to wrap my little peanut of a brain around the concept
that THAT man wouldn’t want his grandson to have 1/16 of the family farm. I
DON’T FUCKING THINK SO!!!! But after it was passed down to grandma and later to
you, here I sit not even being able to take a piss on the property that I first
lived at. Pretty pathetically sad that it was GIVEN to you FREE and clear and
you couldn’t even hold true to give me 5 acres of lowland next to a pipeline
across from a millionaire. You are the epitome of scum and deserve all the
great karma that will follow. From the day you called me you EARNED the name: DICKHEAD DREAMKILLER!!!!
It probably has some sort of ring to it, but maybe you would like to
know how I arrived at it?
Well let’s see first you killed any dreams I had to grow up from 12-18
to be anybody with ½ an ounce of self-esteem. But hey I can get beyond that.
What really hurt was seeing where I rated. I thought it was the best thing ever
to watch you give a 1952 ford pickup to some guy you worked with. Next I was
happier than a pig in shit to know that a 75% complete 66 Ford bronco would not
be mine. But actually, where the real letdown BEGINS is the first time that I
actually had a REAL DREAM: The one
where I actually could have made a good life for myself by buying a property
care business. Let’s see that was something that I had envisioned since I was
12, had a chance at 20 to make come true, and FINALLY let go of at 35.Oh by the way in case you
were wondering, yeah I probably would have used the $5000 to actually get
myself somewhat started in some sort of sustainable property care business. But
why the fuck would I expect you to understand what it would be like to own a
business? It isn’t like YOUR DAD actually HELPED you obtain any of your dreams…right?,
right?..WRONG!!!!! It just meant that little to you to help your son. But wait
now you got another one to…help.
In this past year, however, you became the enigma of the DICKHEAD
DREAMKILLER machine:
First you roll up to the back 40 acres like some kind of Hollywood
rockstar… roll down your window on your pretty little air conditioned polished
white dildo and let me know “That the land is for sale” careful not absorb the
stench of an unkempt bum that once was your son.
Next you give your best friend in the world a jeep with a plow, because
we all know I couldn’t have used that?
Then you sell a skidder( now maybe I actually couldn’t have used that.)
Next you pay stupid
money to have a big ass RV hauled down to your new found paradise, but you wanted
to steamroll me into spending over $1500 on.(but at the last minute offered for $1000 to someone else)
After that I hear you got rid of the rodeo and mom’s car… good because
it’s not like I would have had a use for them…but I’m glad you asked or
offered.
Then you want me to clean up my circus out back so I quit deterring
sales and heaven forbid embarrass you, so I inherit an unsalable RV. Wow
between THAT and the $1000 looks like I really got a hell of a deal.
But as my memory recalls You had asked me also to “start clearing my
spot over in the corner”
I abided by this even though the whole time I had hoped that I would be able
to stay my spot (which you referred to in the voicemail on July 10th
by the way).
I mean why would I want to be where I had first camped back in 1999,and
why did I bury my best friend I ever had over there…maybe BECAUSE THAT THE WAS
THE SPOT THAT I WANTED THE MOST!!!!!
Obviously I sound like such a whiney bitch and definitely FEEL that I
deserve way too much from you.
I guess that I finally got ALL that I will EVER get and must accept that.
I don’t feel that people should have to wait until their parents are dead to
get what they left behind, but apparently there are those waiting like vultures
in a branch to take it all and sell it as fast as they can. Realizing that with
words I would NEVER be able to hurt you or wake you up, so now I just speak from my soul.
I think that none of this will ever actually sink in because I don’t
believe that you have a soul or emotional conscience. By the way have you lost
30 minutes of sleep after the first 30 days that you sold the land? Will you
lose 30 days of sleep in your life?
So MY biggest looming question (and by the way as I reread this I see
that it has taken a much, much softer feel than my original)
… IS:
WAS IT REALLY FUCKING WORTH IT???
Did you honestly NEED all that cash, that badly, NOW?
Is CASH “KING” in your house, in your LIFE?
If that is honestly what you wanted and NEEDED so badly then I pity you.
Life MUST be good for you NOW and with MONEY I’m sure it will always be
good. You have finally become a Minnesotan, congratulations.
You know, I am being hypocritical, but $5000 would have actually CHANGED
my life…but
The bottom line is that I would have gladly taken the 5 acres of land
any day of the week.
I would have had to settle for the shittiest 5 acres, but still I would
have a place to lay my head 9 months out of the year and a piece of the FAMILY
land.
The absolute final straw is that you had all of the CONTROL, yet you
gave the land away for under $1000/ acre. WHY?
All you had to do was hold true to your word and reject the offer or
stand down on 35 acres.
If you would have TALKED to me (like a MAN) which is something that you
have NEVER done, you would have found that I would have paid YOU $5000 for the
5 acres!!! But let’s just assume that I don’t have a pot to piss in so there’s
no way I could do that. GUESS AGAIN!
That was FAMILY land… and I wanted to have a stake in it whatever way I
could, even if it meant actually having to BUY it.
But as the almighty DICKHEAD DREAMKILLER CUNT SAID” I aint gonna let 5
acres stop a sale”
Right now I am sure that YOU feel that you did the right thing (it’s
called self-justification)
However, when the money is pissed away in the wind( which I’m sure that
it already is) and you finally end up like me with nothing then and only then
will finally realize what life is really like.
BUT I am sure in your eyes and those around you, you could never be as
big of a loser as I am. RIGHT?
Good for you then, that must be a wonderful feeling to have inside. To
be “BETTER” than your son… what an accomplishment!
This from a wonderful man who on his son’s golden birthday asked him
what he wished for,
And I replied “ a long and happy life” and you replied “ Maybe you
should have wished for a shorter one...it would be less miserable” Touché
DICKHEAD DREAMKILLER touché
It is amazing what actually following through on the ONE promise that
you had the chance to better yourself with would have done. It’s completely
amazing what 5 acres of land that WAS PROMISED to ME would have prevented…or at
the very least $5000 THAT was the deal not $1000 YOU CHEAP ASS CUNT
MOTHERFUCKING DICKHEAD DREAMKILLER!!! I got more notice from a “friend” to vacate his
house. As far as I am concerned you ARE dead…but sadly your body may be on this
earth for too many years to come. What you have
done to me is beyond forgiveness by me and obviously without regret from
you. My final thought is that by the time you have read, reread, and listened
to...etc. you will wish that one of us had never been born.
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK YOU, you greedy prick!!
