Excerpt
WHAT IS A DEADBEAT dad? Is he in truth a dad or just a dead weight truly beating feeble shoulders to exhaustion with his dogmatic claim to the term? In his folly he forfeits fatherhood leaving in his trail of abandonment a sullen seed of resentment in the beating heart of his child.
A copulated conception of his cower, I was left to navigate a confusing world with little guidance or protection. In consequence of his retribution, I was penalized to a childhood fixed in incessant resolute impediment. What was his motive? What could have been the x-factor incentive to cast me into an existence with the brand of insignificance?
Here it was the inoculation of conscience and relinquished responsibility to family allegiance. Here his false immunity never was, and the arrhythmia of unseen potential took its toll on the aorta of his son- Heart, so my mother named me. Here I was the abnormal abandoned proliferation of my mother’s statutory rape...