I wasn’t supposed to get the money… not this early, and not all of it! But dad kicked the bucket. We all saw it coming though.
Seriously, it was no surprised when I left behind the nice apartment I had and the second semester of college that was a week from starting, to go attend dad’s funeral. You know… I am going to miss him though. Even if it always felt like I had a inattentive grandfather instead of a father. Dad was pushing 60 when I was born. God know’s how he did it, but between a couple little blue pills and everything my money hungry mom could do she managed to get some of the old man’s swimmers to find the right way to go. The DNA tests they had me take when I was 8 proved it. Oh, that was when they divorced after Dad caught her getting railed by the pool and house boy.