I'm walking this dog, a poodle. Not mine, not my friends...a friend of a friends dog. I'm walking around with a bag full of shit and this curly-fur dog. This dog will get laid before me. He knows it, too. fucking dog. My father wants to have lunch, he doesn't care anymore, I can suck cock in prison and he'd be okay...after yelling at me for so many years to make something of myself. I'm nothing and nowhere, happy, father? "But I don't care anymore" he says from somewhere. "shut the door behind you, don't turn back when I yell, "then why the fuck did you...oh nevermind...."
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