i live in constant fear that any children i might have are the same petty little shits i was
like when i was six my parents bought a donut for me. with jam (that part is very important) and i was only allowed to eat half the first day
so like any smart baby goblin i cut it in half and left the bigger half (that also had more jam) for the next day and when i wake up the next morning i see the ultimate betrayal
the. donut. was. gone.
the better half i had saved had been eaten by my dad!
and when i tell you i never forgot nor forgave.
it's been ten years and i'm still waitng for the moment to enact my revenge














