I have been always thought of as a carbon copy of my father, who is brutish and overbearing, which I honestly try not to be. My dad is known throughout North Houston as a brute and an ass, and I grow tired of being thought of as being like him. Sure, I have moments when I am rather nasty and often overbearing myself. That does not mean I am going down the same path my dad went down in his time.
Every time I go through North Houston, someone says, "There is Sam Collins' other half," and even say "Like father, like son." Why am I being thought of as being like that jackass I call my dad? He was never there for me. He was always cheating on my mother, beating on me and my mother, and acting like an ass all the time. So why the hell should I be like him? I was raised by my mother and sisters, not my assanine father. And I grow tired of being compared to him.
That, I believe, is why I can never have peace--because as long as I am under the stigma of being a brutal ass like my dad, I will never have one damn day's peace. And it gets worse. They even say that I act like him in matters of hygeine and personality. I mean, hell, it's one thing to say I act like him in matters of personality and genetics, but when it comes down to hygeine, I do not share his poor hygenic skills.
My dad always has been an ass. When I was born, he was out in the hospital hallway, messing around with a female intern. When I was little, he took me around his whores and his regular women. When I was ten years old, he savagely beat me with a Texas-size belt. He was never there for me at all when I needed him the most. I never got much from him except his signature on my birth certificate. He lets his family treat me like the bastard at the family reunion. He never respects me as his son.
So why should I be considered like him? I do not have his nasty, brutish nature, friends. It is that simple.
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