Excerpts from therapy sessions.
L: Okay, E. I'd like to continue from where we were before…
E: Where were we before?
L: I believe that you were talking about… oh, about your father?
E: Yeah. Him.
L: So, how did you meet your father?
E: Well, I wound up getting busted on a bum rap. A bunch of cops didn't like the gays and decided that they wanted to bust some heads.
L: …and you stepped in?
E: Damn right I did. I tried to talk them down but, they wanted to scrap… So, we scrapped. It was great actually. Whooped some homophobe ass. heh Screw that. Those guys were innocent and just wanted to be themselves… Anyway, I wound up in jail.
L: Because of fighting the police?
E: Yeah, it was a bum rap and they knew it. Had the whole thing on the club's tapes, cops knew that it wouldn't hold up in court. They locked me up and were trying frantically to get someone to flip on me. I knew that wasn't happening so, I just relaxed in the cell. Waiting for them to give up or run out of time.
L: So how did your father get involved?
E: They throw this guy in with me. Big, blonde, covered in tattoos and a general hard ass. He was screaming at them in some weird language. Later, I found out that this guy speaks… uh… Norwegian… Anyway, he's speaking crazy. Stumbles into my cell, takes a look at me and busts out laughing.
L: He laughed at you? Why?
E: Oh, I guess he knew of me. Which is… well… infuriating.
L: Because he hadn't been there for you.
E: Yeah… I mean, where was he?
L: It's understandable to feel that way. Your father should have been there to protect you and he wasn't. I'm sorry that you had to go through that.
E: Well… yeah… fuck him.
L: So, what happened next?
E: He plops down next to me and tells me that he's my father. He lets me in on what he's been doing all those years. Fucking running drugs and guns from south America for a network of gangs here in the states? The man was building a damn army. "Sons of Norway." A gang full of racist, violent bikers convinced that my father was… well, they treated him like he was their god. I suppose… in a way, he was.
L: How did that make you feel?
E: Feel? I was fucking pissed man! He comes banging on about who I am, my place as his son and the battles ahead. I get pissed cuz I don't believe him. Honestly, I was convinced that he was crazy… I still think he's crazy. We wound up fighting there in the cell. Shit got rough. He didn't really hold back and neither did I. We wrecked that cell. Cops come in with these riot prods and the guy… the guy laughs at this shit. I wasn't laughing. Got knocked on my ass.
L: I'm sorry, did you say that he talked about "battles ahead?"
E: Uh… yeah man… some crazy shit about… uh, war and stuff.
L: He was getting tazed and didn't mind?
E: Shit man, I don't know for sure. I just… I remember him laughing.
E: When I wake up, he's gone and I'm unceremoniously kicked out. No apology or nothing.
L: So… you went back to work?
E: Nope. Can't do that. It's too hot now. I'm too hot. Boss is in tears but, I can't work there. I lose my job, lose my place to stay… I lose everything that I had built up in this world.
L: Wow… What did you do?
E: I go to the apartment to get my stuff and leave and who the hell should I find?
L: Your… Your father was in the apartment?
E: Yup. He was waiting there. Offered me a place to stay. Said that I'd be taken care of. I… I had nothing man. I lost everything.
L: So… you took the job?
E: Yeah… Honestly, I had to.
L: So… wait… you're saying that this guy, your father. He shows up out of the blue when your life was going it's worst and sweeps you up into his… gang? And what, you're fine with that?
E: I mean… I'm not fine with it. What am I gonna do though? He's my father… We share a name and everything. I'm… Well, I'm stuck with him. There's no way that I could hope to take him. No… I'm stuck. Same as always.
L: I'd like to dive deeper into this "stuck" feeling.
E: It's Fate man. I'm stuck in the weave. No way out.
L: Yes, I'd like to discuss this further but we're unfortunately out of time. Will you be back next week or will there be another… hiatus?
E: I'm riding out to Mexico. Gotta speak to some Aztec bastards.
E: Mexico, south america? You know how it is.
L: I see.
E: Okay, Later doc.