Fitz Allen

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I was on the one-year plan at Buffalo, in medicine. Not sure why I picked that school, other than the fact it was on the opposite end of the country from LA. Anyway, it didn't pan out. I got stuck with a ball and chain and two brats, and a mountain of student loans that weren't even my own. I can't say I'm a fan of "higher education" after all that. I don't think I'm applying any of those 16 credits worth of my time to my job now, either. I guess I learned a thing or two about getting wasted though, so it's not all bad.

I don't know why this fucking surprises me at all, and yet.. eh.

My fucking rotten ungrateful kids can go to goddamn hell. HELL.

Alright so I took time out of my day to go see them, since it's their birthday and all, and I'm a good dad. I get there and I'm told.. to go the fuck away. Needless to say I'm a little annoyed, but I keep trying anyway. Finally the door opens, and shockingly, it's neither of them. The sweet girl Noah's dating let me in, immediately apologizing for the wait. Not like it meant much, since she wasn't at fault anyway, but it lightened my mood a little bit. It's a shame she's reduced herself to dating my son. I think she could really do better.

Anyway, I could tell I wasn't welcome, and I really wasn't in the fucking mood for their company by this point, so I went to greet them and give them their gifts. Gifts that I'm not even fucking obligated to give to them, mind you. They're twenty-six this year. I shouldn't have even gotten them a card, but I try to be a good father anyway despite what huge disappointments they are.

Of course, I'm not even acknowledged by either of them until I try to leave with their presents. Suddenly they snap at me (mostly Cam) and it just turns into a big screaming match for a few minutes before I throw their stuff in the garbage and walk out. Fuck.

Sometimes I'm not sure why I even bother.