Aberration of Starlight

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Dear Daddy,

How are you? We are having a nice time. I feel fine. There is a man here called Tom Theboss that made me a sling shot and takes us swimming also, he is a lot of fun and tells a lot of jokes. And he acts more like my father than you ever do. Well how are you? I don’t know why, I ask, because I don’t really care because I hate you. Mom told me how you walked out on us and didn’t give us any mony. She says I am old enough to know the truth, now we live with Gramp who is old and mean sometimes, well you know him. Granma died last winter and I was sad for about a minute and then I was happy about it. She used to hit me on the legs and back with a belt and yell at Mom all the time about mony and things like food. Also she used to give me three rotten Woolworth cookies for desert every night. All this crapp because, you left us. It is your fault. I hope Tom Theboss will marry Mom, and I Really hope so. Because I am sick of thinking about you and wishing that you would come and say Hello. You came and see me about twice in many years and I allways hoped that you would say Hello on my Birthday or Christmas but, you never did. What a pain you are, what a Louse. Tom can do anything. And reads books all the time, I even think Gramp likes him, anyway, they play crokay together allthough Gramp allways beats him like he can beat anybody. But, Tom plays crokay pretty good, Mom said you use to play crokay but you stunk. I hope that it is real hot in the City and you are really sweating a lot and can’t sleep. By the way it is Nice and Cool up here. It would serve you right anyway. Mom allways says that every dog will have his day. I guess that means we are the dog that will have their day but, as far as I am concerned you, are the Real Dog. And guess what kind of a Dog I mean. Mom told me the story that you and Margie got married in some phoney way and I just wanted to ask you if Margie still had green teeth, Mom said, it was the only real Irish thing about her and, she said that she was a snake in the grass and she really is a snake. She even looks like a snake. Mom also said that you and her deserve each other. When Tom is my real Father soon I will ask him to go and punch you and Margie in your face.

Yours very truly, your Son,

Billy