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I spent my 15th birthday at the first day of his funeral in 1976.

On paper, I look pretty good. Morally, spiritually and in practical application, maybe not so much.

He'd either think I'm a Saint or the Devil, not much grey area in that binary.

Sometimes you just do what you gotta do...

Kimmy remembered me for 40+ years after we drifted apart. Maybe it's because I'm not a namby-pamby low-T faggot.

Dad would've been impressed about the sheer number of  'conquests' in my life along with my part in the dissolution of the USSR.

He hated commies and faggots, as do I.