Never had the chance to reminisce before all of this, washing dishes, sewing stitches, getting fed up of fending off my dad who's dad a woman beater, who's son needs anger management who's son gon' needs the same if he keeps on seeing that faggot out the corner of his cornea, planning revenge while eating oreos up in his room while watching the warriors play in a tournament that opens up his mind to be more ferocious and smash up his dad's life, labelling it karma, blasts and wacks and bangs to the failure standing in front of the door blocking who's his father