“Haha! Check it out, Lovett. It’s your old man!” How can the world be this small? Demonstrate to me that you can do better. I hear the fucker’s voice loud and clear, like he’s standing right next to me, whispering the words into my ear. I haven’t been able to shake the worthless feeling that consumed me when I read his email; the feeling only worsens when I see his disapproving expression scowling out at me from the photo. I can never escape his judgement. I can never escape him.
