He’s the catalyst that set my fucked-up life into motion. If it wasn’t for him, my dad never would’ve fallen from that scaffold. He never would’ve gotten addicted to the pain pills the doctor prescribed him, and he wouldn’t have added alcohol into it. Abuse. None of that would have ever happened if Rousseau had taken responsibility for his company’s negligence. Instead, he falsified those accident reports, claiming my dad was already an addict and high on the job, and that’s why he fell. All because he didn’t want his fucking company to be seen in a bad light or to shell out money to
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