September 4th, 2007. 45th anniversary of my Father's birth

The title told you. That's right, Sept. 4th marks the day my father birthday, the one who has ruined my good run.

The man who has made me emotionally distraught.

The man who has taken care of me since I was a baby.

The man who destroyed the family who stood strong through everything else.

The man who I joked with even until now, plus go to movies, buy things, etc.

The man who used to come home tired and angry after work, taking it out on me and my sis.

The man who...

Made me a man.

Through all the pain, I still love my Father. No matter how much I'd love to cherish the moment, if I get it, of me kicking him in between the leg with a good kick, though the many chances I could, I didn't.

It pains me.

What's worst is that the kid that taunted me in te 8th grade for being a Christian and left for a vocational school came back.

And my oh my, I was looking at his neck, thinking only how a choke slam could set him straight. A Fireman's Takeover. A Stone Cold Stunner. A hard left punch. A gut wrencher.

Anything.

But something tells me that'll come soon, if he continues...

And how that'll turn out, I know only half of.

Holding in my anger,