What can I say? I’m a man without a father, boo hoo hoo, cry for me Argentina. Despite my posturing however, this deficit in my upbringing is only beginning to really to burn my ass now that I’m getting a bit older. Something to do with self-discovery I suppose. Of course deep down I’m petrified of the possibility of coming face-to-face with my sire, and not too sure what I would do even if the chance were to present itself. Maybe I have this riddiculous notion that he will be able to somehow save me. Vunerability sucks…
