write about your father
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Are you fucking kidding me? My father is fantastic. Seriously. He is what every little boy dreams of having for an old man when he watches my dad's movies and thinks, golly gee Aaron Echolls is amazing. When I was a kid other kids would come up to me and tell me how lucky I was to be Aaron's kid. How cool it must be to have an action hero as my old man. Yeah, let me tell you, it was so cool! Especially when I kept having to put ice on bruises so they would heal faster. That was the coolest.
I'm not even bothering to lock this. There is nothing to protect anymore. No family name. No acting career. No public image. No family. It's all fallen apart, and you know he can't even blame me for it. That is the best thing. All those years I was growing up, taking his shit, and listening to him and Mom give me the speech about how we had to stick together to protect the family name. That what went on behind closed doors was our secret so smile pretty for the cameras, Logan my boy, and convince the world that there is no one more fantastic than your old man. You believed me, didn't you? I wonder if that means I have a potential career as an actor. I made the world buy his bullshit image.
Tell you about my father? The man he really is? Nah, I don't think so. You see I'm still weighing my options for book deals and future movies. Everyone wants a piece of the Echolls' family secrets now. They want to know why my mother did what she did to get away. They want to know what pushed dear old Dad over the edge and make him snap and go bat shit insane. What did it? What made him go from being such a great guy to the monster that is locked behind bars.
You stupid fucks. Don't you get it? He didn't suddenly snap. He was always the monster. Surprise. Consider yourself punked. No worries though. Those autographed pictures are worth a lot more on ebay now. Happy selling.
I'm not even bothering to lock this. There is nothing to protect anymore. No family name. No acting career. No public image. No family. It's all fallen apart, and you know he can't even blame me for it. That is the best thing. All those years I was growing up, taking his shit, and listening to him and Mom give me the speech about how we had to stick together to protect the family name. That what went on behind closed doors was our secret so smile pretty for the cameras, Logan my boy, and convince the world that there is no one more fantastic than your old man. You believed me, didn't you? I wonder if that means I have a potential career as an actor. I made the world buy his bullshit image.
Tell you about my father? The man he really is? Nah, I don't think so. You see I'm still weighing my options for book deals and future movies. Everyone wants a piece of the Echolls' family secrets now. They want to know why my mother did what she did to get away. They want to know what pushed dear old Dad over the edge and make him snap and go bat shit insane. What did it? What made him go from being such a great guy to the monster that is locked behind bars.
You stupid fucks. Don't you get it? He didn't suddenly snap. He was always the monster. Surprise. Consider yourself punked. No worries though. Those autographed pictures are worth a lot more on ebay now. Happy selling.