The feeling I have for my next-door neighbor is as close to hatred as I can get, but his two children do not enter the equation. I would happily set him on fire, but, when the kids come over selling candy bars/magazines for school/Scouts I buy their shit, right along w/Mom & Popdigr. I talk with the kids whenever we see each other. We get along great.
I just can't force the sins of the father onto the kids. They've done nothing to me.
Now, when the boy turns sixteen, gets a loud truck, and starts waking me up @ 6am, like his daddy, Ima throw him on the pyre with his father.
Until then, he's just a kid.
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