My father was a bookie, no mat

draft My father was a bookie, no matter what is said, violence is part of such an up bringing, Pride, ego, and superficial understanding of anything deep, emotions are just on winning and losing, no gray. Ego masks as love; if there was love it was only for show or manipulation. Crazy queen of a mother that is a emotional wreck, could never get enough of things, enough of remolding, enough phonies in her life.