Today I made progress on Lace. I know myself well enough to know that If I don’t work on my projects for too long I get neurotic.


    It was around lunchtime when I introduced dear old dad to Azrezel. It was obvious that my dad was trying to intimidate Azrezel at first, though that ended when my dad heard who Azrezel’s father was. Apparently, Azrezel’s father was one of my dad’s old teammates back in the day and he even remembers meeting Azrezel when he was young. I actually remember that trip, at one point my dad told us that he would be leaving for a little while because one of his old buddies needed his help, it stuck out to me because it wasn’t something that he did, like at all. He was understandably sad when he heard what happened. If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.


    Later in the day, I was talking with my dad when he asked me why I had never asked around about him. I told him that I thought he was dead because to imagine otherwise would be to imagine him suffering in a way that I understand all too well. He scoffed at that, saying no mere forest fire could put him down.


    He isn’t talking about it but I can tell that my dad is broken in a way. He lacks some of the enthusiasm he used to have, and what he can demonstrate is forced more often than not. It makes sense, but it still hurts to see. He has stayed away from the alcohol so far, hopefully, it stays that way. The stuff will only mess him up further.


    Anyway, Good Night Diary.