My Father, Die

Have a seat, son.

This is hard.

Asher, um, the

reason I'm here, I

got to notify all the

necessary people that ah,

your father got out earlier

this evening due to overcrowding

and um, good behavior.

When you say necessary people,

you mean that little

whore, don't you?

Yes, ma'am.

All necessary people.

Now look, I know he had

four more years, but...

No.

Judge put a

restraint on your home.

Where is he now?

No, I ain't

seen them in a while.

Man, I'll tell ya, a

lot has changed around

here since you've been away.

So you look like you

haven't aged a day.

You look great, man.

You need another one?

Why not?

It's a lot quieter around here.

And I seen all the boys

from the club house.

Why don't you put that

one of my tab, Russ?

Hey, Lawny.

I'll take one too.

My name's Lawny.

I haven't seen you

around here before.

Thank you, Russ.

To ah, shit, friends,

family and fornication, huh?

Thank you, Russ.

M-hm.

You know, my ah, old man

used to work in a distillery.

And he always told me

whiskey is good at year 12,

but it's better at 17.

He would always say, boy, you'll

go blind you drink that shit.

But, but he also told me I'd go

blind if I fiddle with my flesh

fluid too much too.

Look at me now.

I got 20/20 vision.

I'm a goddamn miracle over here.

There were whispers about how

my father came to be.

Some say he was born

and left for dead

under a rotten sycamore

by a whore, 17,

only to be found and raised by

a descendant of the slave who

beat generations

upon generations

of his relatives' resentments

into the bones of the boy.

But I do know that my father

was a ferocious fighter,

had great potential.

Mama said he could have

gone all the way to the top.

Said the safest place

for him was in the ring.

She blamed America for

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