It's not fair really.
It's not like I even want to see the brat.
But the little shit just keeps getting closer.
Plus he has no respect for my wishes! I told him that I wouldn't meet him if he couldn't come alone, didn't I?!
Well...no, but I did say that I would run away if I found out he was coming. And I know he's coming now, not like he hides it very well. Running through town shouting for 'Ging' at the top of his lungs.
Hey! Who said he could use my first name! Shouldn't he be calling me 'dad' or something? (well, it does sound more natural...)
I wonder what he'll say when he finds out that he was in the same place as me?
Ha! As if he'll ever find out!
Oh, wait. He's talking to that woman from last night.
Shit.
He's on my trail again. Ha! Well, I'll just lead him here...and set a few traps there...
What? You've never laid traps to avoid seeing your son before!? Don't judge me!
Sigh...Sometimes I think it be easier to just give up and let him catch me.
I'll usually come to my senses by beating my head against the nearest hard object. Then I'm off and running again.
Me...running from a fourteen year old.
Well, two fourteen year olds.
Didn't I tell you not to judge me?
Well, fuck you too pal!
Man, I hate those kids.
I need a drink.
I'm an adult! I can drink if I want to!
They're still looking for me, aren't they?
Good luck to them. v