December 12
I saw my father today. I was driving home from the market and there he was walking down Packer Street. I quickly recognized his usual strut. I couldn't believe it, it's been over four years since the last time I'd seen him. I wasn't sure if I would again.
I don't know if he'd seen me. I drove by him as quickly as possible. He might've recognized the car. I wonder where he was going and where he was coming from. I'd heard he had recently been released from prison. Obviously that rumor was accurate.
I'd be surprised if he'd turned his life around. I can't take another chance on him, there's been too many let downs. I sincerely hope he is well. It's not that I owe him the warm sentiment, but after all, he is my kin.
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Diary of the Defeated: That Ol' Familiar Swagger
JM Scoviak, 14 Dec 2014

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Diary of the Defeated
General FictionA collection of journal entries from an unfortunate individual dealing with the torment of his existence.