Baby in a world without pity Do you think what I'm asking's too much? I just want to feel you in my arms And share a little of that human touch.Baby in a world without pity Do you think what I'm asking's too much? I just want to feel you in my arms And share a little of that human touch... (from "Human Touch" ...all lyrics by Bruce Springsteen) God! How I hate my dad! I didn't always hate him, of course. In fact, he used to be the greatest guy in my life. I just can't believe what he did to me, and he's a son-of-a-bitch for doing it and I hate him for it! Mom died a little over five years ago. I was in the eighth grade. It was the "Big C" and there wasn't much they could do for her by the time they found it. Dad spent every possible moment caring for her and taking care of me. He was totally devastated when the ordeal was over. If anything, dad and I got closer during that time, and it stayed that way. He had always been my father, of course, but he became my friend, too. I could, and did, talk to him about everything -- school, sports, friends, girls, girlfriends, drinking, drugs, sex, safe sex -- everything. He's always busy running his own financial investment firm, but he always took the time to attend every one of my games. Even during my senior year, when I played on three varsity teams at my small Prep high school, he was always there, for both home and away games. I could always count on him. The two of us got very comfortable living together after mom died, and I offered to stay in town for college and live at home. |