Enemies to Society

On TV there is a Fox show called Enemies to Society. I see a picture of my house. – This is a family of known sexual criminals, the narrator says. Then the screen cuts to an actor portraying my father, drinking from a bottle, while his wife and daughter and son cower out of fear. – That’s not my house, I say. That’s a bunch of actors. I pull down my pants, as though to indicate my disgust. I turn around on the couch, and spread my ass apart. – Come on and fuck me, daddy, I say. At that moment a woman comes in my room, holding a glass of punch. She is startled and turns back again. I run after her. – You are the daughter and I am the son, I say, grabbing her arm. One day we will kill our father. We are already working very hard to destroy him in our minds. But until then you must never tell anyone what you saw. – Let go, she says. I don’t know you. I am at the wrong party. - Yes, I say. And my father is dead. That is why my name is George Death the Second. Becuase I killed my father, George Death.