MY DAD WAS NEVER THERE, HE JUST WANTED TO GOLF; HE WAS NEVER AROUND FOR ME WHEN I NEEDED HIM THE MOST. HE JUST TALKED ABOUT HOW MUCH HE LOVED GOLF, HE NEVER TOLD ME HE LOVED ME. HE ONLY CARED ABOUT BEATING THAT HAPPY GILMORE KID AT GOLF, AND FOR WHAT? TO TAKE AN OLD WOMAN'S HOUSE? HE SAID HE ATE PIECES OF SHIT FOR BREAKFAST BUT MAYBE HE WAS THE PIECE OF SHIT IN THE END.
