I cannot separate the man you are now from the boy you were then, and it's killing me. I wanted everything for you, son. I still do.
When you were a child, I didn't tell you about the evil in the world, all that lay in wait.
When I was a boy, I passed a homeless man, drunk and begging on a street corner. My father, sensing my disgust, said something I never forgot, that I think of every time I see your face on the news or in the paper- "That man was once someone's little...
