Patriarchal Bond

I have to admire my father. He was a sick twisted son of a bitch, but taught me most of what I know about manipulating, lying, relationships and staying out of legal hot water.

He and I were cut from the same cloth. He had the same demons I do. He called it his muse, I call it my dark creature. Regardless of what we call it, the same driving force is there. We had many adventures together that most people would cringe at or be revolted by, but they were defining moments of my life.

There is something deeply sensual that happens when two peoples muses dance together. The work they create can be anything from disturbing to something beautiful, but is always unforgettable.