Let It Go!!!!

Says myself (the adult one) to myself (the less adult one).

But I can't. Further to my most recent entry, I have been plagued by not just one, but by many many inner voices, as I start to remember all the antics that my dad used to get up to in order to avoid or delay his alimony payments.

Now that I have a kid, I wonder what kind of FUCKER would allow his children to repeatedly call him to beg for money. No kidding. When my mom got tired of doing it herself, or her repeated requests didn't work, she would put me and the siblings on the line in descending order of age. ME FIRST.

Let me tell you, never get 13 year olds to collect your debts. They are very ineffective. So are 10 year olds and 7 year olds. All quite pathetic since they tend to believe all the excuses given to them by the debtor.

So in keeping with the fantastic example that my dad has set for us, if and when I ever send a cheque to him to cover his medical bills, it will:

1. arrive late by a few months;
2. be frickin' post-dated by another 2 months to add insult to injury; and
3. have the wrong amount (less).

... after further consideration, my only regret is that yes, revenge is a dish best served chilled, but when one waits too long, the dish just tastes terrible.