So I wish ya well, sarge... give 'em hell...

I haven't posted for a while. The biggest thing to happen to me is not suitable for public consumption. It has nothing to do with sex.

Someone close to me screwed up. It turns out he'd been screwing up for years, before I left Utica for Boston. I never would have guessed this specific way to screw up because it just seems too dang creepy.

I can't help him right now. I can't even speak to him, nor can anyone else for a month.

I can't shake him, confront him, hug him, scream at him. I can't help but be severely pissed and severely concerned. I wish he hadn't blown the money, the career, the normal life.

I, I, aye. Technically, it has nothing to do with me. He has the problem; I don't live there anymore.

Then again, he is my dad.

-get well soon, Dante

P.S.: Jian's TV show was painful, but it wasn't bad enough not to watch it again. If he stopped clowning around and had the cameramen use tripods, the show would've been a fine production. More another time.