February 1st, 2016


Dear Father,

You are a Bastard.  You left this world with people who could have used you still upon it.  My brother and I were split up and didn't have the benefit of each other's company.  I understand that maybe you weren't ready to be a father, you were still so young.  You wanted to pursue your dreams, stay out all night, drink and smoke and get stoned, write music, travel the world, but here we were.  Anchors, your own Fetters, but unlike the Buddha, you did not spread consciousness and reason you instead lied down one night and never woke.
Because of this, neither my brother nor I ever had the experience of having a father that looked at us with care in his eyes and the thought of his own efforts on this earth having an effect on us.  We are a little lost in this careless world.  My brother is depressed and searching for something he will never find.  I don't have inspiration and spend much of my time looking for something to fulfill me.

Your son,

Jason