Its your fault. The one person in this "family" who actually cared about me, and not just because we were blood, was mom. And you took her away. You took my whole life away as well. You murdered me. I fight to get it back but I never will. Its just not there for me anymore. Your one and only son and this is the relastionship we have. No, we don't have a relationship. How does it feel to know you've failed? What legacy you leave behind, if any, will not be carried on. No one to continue your line. You better hope Angie's husband takes her last name. You never stopped to see I wasn't there. Did you ever care? Even when I was younger? Every minute you spent off with the guys could have been another minute with me. Every hour you spent watching the game could have been used to teach me about cars. As you look down into my cold and catatonic face with those dialated pupils staring back, do you regret? Do you regret the time we didn't share? The things you didn't teach me? Do you regret not having another chance to get it right? Do you regret buying that gun?
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