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The thing that makes it perfect is it's right there on the street. There's this giant parking lot all around it, and then behind the parking lot there is the Ralphs and a bunch of stores and probably twenty shops in there easily and says, let me fucking do this thing. So I park back there, walk through the parking lot. It's a long parking lot. Yeah, it's a good, little, good little walk. I walk inside the bank and I do my spiel. It's a simple spiel. They have a

bomb or whatever. I pull the bank robbery. I walk out. And this is one of those fascinating like epiphany days. I walk out of the bank and I start walking through the parking lot.

they don't look up and see me. What they do is they immediately come out and they start turning ahead left to right, and they start looking in the cars that are driving by, because they assumed, like on TV, that I there was a getaway driver and I'm in one of those cars, because they're buying into the hype, into the old story. They're buying into some false sense of what happens when I'm the reality of what happens.

Like that was something I was invisible. I was looking right at them, and I might as well have been a fucking ghost because they could not see me. They never looked up, they didn't and I just walked away. Casually. Later on, I would continue to do that, and I would always look around and I was marvel at that. But I remember that was the first time where I was like, whoa, I'm right here here. What the fuck? How come you can't see me? You know, it was

really strange. It was an interesting thing on human psychology, you know, to understand that that's what was going on. And I got away.

good liar. In fact, that's the thing that's beautiful about her. She's an honest, transparent woman. And what we the information we had just given her devastated her, Like it's just what how do I process? Good people like that don't know how to hide those feelings. But she believed you.

We would always go to the laundromat. We would wash clothes and he it was a disco era, like polyester pants were lure her clothes and it was this weird, weird, weird fashioned time. And you know, he used to go to disco and he used to love to dance. My dad was a cool little dancer dude. Man, but we were poor. You know, he had gone bankrupt. We were struggling.

especially your nice disco clothes and my disco costume. So we come home and he's mad, you know, you know it gives me the slap in the face. Go to the room. We could feel he's angry, and he starts washing dishes, and then he calls me to the kitchen, very strange, all the tension, and he says, he, by the way, I talked to Susie and she told me what you said. An instantly I'm like, fuck, she couldn't keep her mouth shut. We are in trouble. And then he does this thing where he's like, but it's fine,

I get it, you needed to do it. He just goes total Joe magnanimous on us, right, And there's a thing when you're a kid, you want your parents to be righteous. Man. So he says that he's fine with it, and all he needs is for me to be honest and admit that I talked to her about what happened. I confessed to him like yeah, yeah, yeah, I did and it's the first and last time I ever confessed no crime. And the reason is because he immediately gets mad and he was fishing. He didn't know shit. He

was playing me, so he got what he wanted. And then he grabs a teapot and I, oh shit, I got a run. He throws the tea pot of me, hits me, bangs up against my arm or something. I would go running in the bedroom and then it's on like Donkey car mat. He starts beating the shit out of me, and he beats me with everything. I mean, it's like teapot was in there and a hamper. You know, later on the police reports would say, you know, fracture bones and concussion Jesus, yeah, rib and elbow, so yeah.

And I mean, I'm getting a good beating. I'm a vicious beating man, one of the worst. And then he leaves the house and goes to break up with Susie by phone. And when he goes to break with Susie by phone, he has to go to a seventy eleven because we don't have a phone. We're poor, And so he leaves and I tell Paul very quickly get in the bathroom because it clicks in my head. This is the time I need to stab them. I said I would and now gonna do it.

right And I had already declared it. So there I have something I can even though it feels like it's a miasma, there is something I declared and I put down in the ground. I can grab for and say I said I would stab him next time, and that's what I latch hunt in all of that shit. It's like, Okay, that's the thing will get me out of this moment, This is what you do. You declared it. Let's rock it. And so I go get the knife and put it under the pillow. He comes back and he's stands in

the door. He's looking at me, and he's ready for around two. And ready for around two means I could see ze on the balls of his feet. His neck is loose, he's awe, he's just fucking body's electric, you know. His shoulders are loose. He's he's ready to put in work. He looks at me, and then he looks over in the corner and he sees a weight set, old shitty weight set. He was the kind that had The weights were were cement but wrapped in plastic, and there's this

long bar and he starts. He walks over there, locked eyes on me, menacing me like aha, I got something for your ass. And he goes over there he starts to disassemble the weight. Now that the thing, the assembly that locks it in. It's a big piece of metal. It looks like a big piece of steel, and then there's the bar, and then there's the weights. If he hits me with any of that ship I'm fucking through money that that I'm gonna be injured. No matter what I.

at him, and he's like, oh shit. And then he like puts the weight down, and you know, I'm holding the steak knife, but I'm only holding it. And then he like starts walking to me slowly, so he put it down, put it down, or give me the knife, give me the knife. I'm like, fuck that, I'm not giving this due the knife, I know I have only this move right here. I run him, charging him and put the arm up, go to attack him. I come up and come down and he puts his arm up

and he blocks me. I'm like, oh shit. He doesn't block me by grabbing my arm. He just blocks me with his arms to my arm could kind of slide up and over and he's like, oh shit. And I get it over and he turns his head and I stab him in the back and he goes into his muscle right next to his spinal cord in his neck, and I stab it in and I'm in there and then I start twisting to try and break it off, and he's like, ah, you killed me, you killed me.

I mean, I'm putting in work and he knows I'm putting in work, and I believe I'm trying to kill him, and he's gonna die, and I'm fucking a beast. In this moment he falls, I stand over him and I say something like fucking dramatic. I don't say this is what your evil hath wrought kind of shit, but I said, like, you get that's what you got coming, or you did this to yourself, or you killed yourself something like that.

I'm out and I go to the bathroom. Propose already out of the front door, said Joey, would you do just let's go run and he runs out without me, ahead of me, and I'm running down the middle of the road and I'm Freemont and then I'm like, okay, he's gonna pull that dude the monster too. And I start worrying, like, oh shit, he wasn't dead when I left, so maybe he pulled it out. Oh what if he's

coming with that night ow shit. I kind of started feeling that, like, what if he lives and pulls it out, We're dead if I I didn't actually make sure he was dead. So n I said, let's go this street. And so we're still going to turn my aunt Glorious on, but we're going up another road and we take the long way instead of the straight Fremont to her house because I didn't want to get in the car and coming and get it it. We finally make it, sneak across the highway and get over there my Glorias, and

I'm like, my dad, I kill my dad. I kill my dad. She calls the cops. She was my dad's closest sister. But she calls the cops.

When I'm just sitting there, I got almost picture of my knees, my legs crossed, and I'm sitting there smoking a cigarette, all casual and cool because I'm not smoking a cigarette any laser and cross But I am so pumped from what happened and feeling the power of that when you kill somebody, and for a moment I thought

my dad was dead. I killed him. That was a different power when you do that and you talk to people who kill people, and I had friends whould say, you know, the you know, the only thing stopping that man from being dead right now, and I say no one, They would say, my decision. And to be a man who that's true to, like, you know the only thing that I'm like sitting here looking here and saying, you have no clue, but the reason your life is because right now I choose to not kill you. That's a

powerful way to move in the world. For a moment, I could feel that, Oh man, I'm the kind of guy who now can just say you you're done. You I let you live longer you you're done. You know that kind of thing, And then they take me to interrogate me. The police officer wants hearing my story, and as I start telling him my story, thinking that I'm telling him how I was abused and he tried to hurt us and I did it on self defense, and

then he starts asking me questions. Very quickly, I start realizing for the kinds of questions he's asking me, like why didn't you run away? Why didn't you call anyone? So you got the knife and you waited in bed? You have waited on your bed with it under the pillow, hiding, And I realized he's painting a picture of me, of laying and wait because the portrait he's paying in his head and he's like, you didn't have to stab him, You could have called us, And he's painted this as

an attempted murder. And I realized, sitting there, I'm smart enough to kind of get the impression that you probably beat the fuck out of your kid, and you don't want you don't like me, you don't like what I represent because we ain't taking shit from people like you, and you're backing my dad's play. I just told you what he did, and he's not looking at me like I'm an abuse kid who tried to defend himself from his

father who came back from round two. But for one, when I'm sitting here telling the story about how I killed my dad, I felt like fucking King Kong. I was like, or maybe David's the better analogy. I fucking took out Goliath right like I I'm a badass, Like I can start looking at this cop like you're a fucking piece of shit for backing my dad's play. I'm starting to like recognize this. He maybe even starting this in the beginning of like, oh, your authority figure, fuck you.

Oh your authority figure could give each other cover to do shit like this to us. Fuck you. I do remember resenting the fuck out of that guy very fast.

so it's hard to breathe. I start having problems, and I explained that I'm having problems, so they take them to the doctor in the hospital. When they get to the hospital, until they find out all the things about me, major concussions and fractions and bruises and all like I'm a I've been abused, and it's no longer attempt to murder clearly at self defense.

with her, right and what happens. He goes and tells him, oh, my dad has been a brutal man, and blah blah, blah blah blah, just like sticking out to your relationship. And the night she dropped him off, and the next day she came over and she was really told her I never seen him like this, totally different person, very very very standoffish, a very matter of fact. She wasn't there's no affection whatsoever. And these were all things that

she did. And I started putting the pieces together. So what happened is that I told him, I know you talk to so and so. She's like stunned, right, And that set me off and I did hit him again in the Emperor Torso, and I.

You can't go through all of that stuff. I don't consider that Joe stabbed me. I consider that I put that knife in his hand and told him to do it. How could he trust me? How could he believe I'm not I didn't attempt to do anything but just take the knife and put it down and talk with him and let him know it will never happen again. No, I'm the culprit here, not him, and I take full responsibility for that. Things changed after that. Joe became more difficult,

and I knew that. I could see his attitude. He was empowered. But you know what, he had every right to go through that again. Had I treated him differently, we wouldn't be here and be experiencing what he had to experience. See, they have a saying payback is you know what? And I was getting mine and I had to shut up and take it because I created this. I had to reach out and I had to be the one they let him know that I loved him and show it, not just say it. Let them know, yeah,

I would. I would make further mistakes, but none of them would include what had happened that day or days before that. That chapter, so to speak, ended then and there was the horrible five six years.

I knew I had to go through this. I had to prove to them that I cared for them, I loved them, that I knew that I had done a lot of wrong.

It was an interesting time. Joe tells me that he was cocky and he could sense that I had changed, and I was really trying, but he was going to punish me. He wasn't going to, you know, put some mental pain on me, and which he did, but again I deserved it.

my story so dramatically. The arc of my story changed, the propulsion of my story changed, and the direction changed from this point of brokenness and pain and even fuzziness because of the concussion what I was able to draw up to make happen. And I tried to kill that man that day. I failed, thank God, But that's what I was trying. I was trying to turn myself in a murderer that day. This was the thing that put me on the path trying to murder my father and father.