Anyway, A cried and told her dad that when she gets married, she didn't want a husband like him. Lest he gets killed over bad... uh... things. So that stopped R in his tracks. Here was his little girl telling him that she didn't want to marry someone like her dad. Ouch. R spent the rest of the night staring at our kids. What was he thinking, almost getting himself killed like that?
Man, you guys are pigs. When will you realize that the people that matter most are those that look up to you with innocent eyes (and no, it's not the **tch with you in bed)?
And so, R stares at his reflection in the mirror all day. I wonder if he realizes that it is not the face that makes the man. When all is said and done, the body dies but the legacy (what legacy???!) lives on.
Sigh.


