I opened the jacket and I looked down and there's all the pockets ripped out, I'm deflated,

I'm looking, what the hell?

You sent me, after all these years of birthday present and you ruined the jacket, there's

nothing in it.

Me and my father really didn't get along since I was 10 years old because one thing happened,

he forgot my birthday.

And instead of apologizing or sending me a gift or a card, he simply, and this was his personality,

that's okay because I don't believe in birthdays.

My father was talking about raising stakes, was a compulsive gambler, he cheated on my mother,

me and my father started to establish a relationship.

For the next 20 years, he would continually make his point by not calling, emailing, although

for my 30th birthday, my dad sent me a jacket and it was beautiful.

So I call him up and I'm wearing the jacket, like, Dad, thank you so much.

This means so much to me, I've held on to this anger for 20 years, thank you for recognizing

my birthday.

I opened the jacket and I looked down and there's all the pockets ripped out.

I'm deflated, I'm looking, what the hell?

You sent me, after all these years of birthday present and you ruined the jacket, there's

nothing in it.

Like, your dad, is this a joke, you said, no, the jacket's not for wearing.

I'm worried about you.

So it's a little late to worry about me, I'm worried about you, what the f are you talking

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