The Second Hand Man
August 6th, 1969

My father hastrouble looking me in the eyes these days.

And we rarelyif ever have anything to say to each other.

His presenceis simply a constant reminder to me of his betrayal. Not a day has passed sincethen that I have not felt disgust and contempt towards him. And since theannouncement in the Sedgefield Oracle, those feelings have only increasedexponentially.

I was kindenough not to rub his nose in it either. I’m big enough to realize that thereis absolutely nothing that can be gained by telling him, ‘Told you so.’

I also knowthat he is too much of a sniveling worm to ever apologize to me. Any chance ofreconciliation and forgiveness is impossible.

The situationbetween us is an open festering wound that will never heal.

It is strangeto recall how I missed him so terribly after his death, but now the very siteof him fills me with loathing!!!