He was a good father and a bad man to the outside world. My father was the picture of the perfect dad tender, loving, and caring little did I know another picture was being scene by the FBI. I guess he lead two different lives and only at the end with the gunfight did they come together in the violence that he supposedly controlled. It still doesn’t fit the image I’ve held on to all my life and the one I still keep. The evidence on paper will never overall the one in my heart.
FOOTNOTE- Criminals are often also parents and sometimes one doesn’t lead to the other.