Connie punched me in the face right before this session to try and get me focused on the camera and to stop swinging our boy, Panda, around by his foot. I was starting to make a name for myself in and around the Tampa as a phrathropian nailer and then our son, Panda came along. I blamed Connie. It was all I could do not to turn on the gas when we were all sleeping. The boy slowly drained our finances. He knew exactly what he was doing. Our daughter, Saskia, was still MIA. We had no idea where the fuck she was and I was relieved to have her out of the picture so I could catch my breath. Connie was heavy into the boy and would drive me up the fucking wall with “He walks and talks like every other child on the planet - isn’t it amazing”’s. My face says it all. Beaten. I couldn’t fucking stand him and she was beating the shit out of me every night in her sleep and then crying all morning about it. But I WAS THE ONE that gets nailed for assault and battery and spousal abuse and all kinds of bullshit which resulted in me having to call off the speedboat deal I’d spent the last 13 months cooking up down in Baja  But the strife allowed me to go out as much as I wanted with no regard for my family - without any of the guilt that I guess most people tend to feel in these situations so, looking back, I think everyone came out ahead.