PART ONE.
OK, old man lets finish this,
the old man stands up with
his drink, and so it begines.
DAVID
you beat my mom up, rape her,
broke her stuff, then told
her to feel lucky, becouse
you pay the bills.
MALCUM
YOUR mother had a choice,
she could stay, or leave,
and you should kiss my ass
for putting food on your
plate.
DAVID
KISS your ass, once again
you prove to me that your
a sick perverted f..ck,
a monster with a low iq,
and hands that still have
your fathers blood on them.
MALCUM
LOW IQ, your still that little
faget holding on to mom,
DAVID
AND you, what should i call
you, a demon, that kills
every thing it touches.
PART TWO
THE old man gets another
drink, then falls asleep.
DAVID GERARDINO
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