Daddy s Little Boy
OK, maybe I should start explaining a few things. Life isn’t great. Never is. The gist of it is Dad divorced Mum a while back now. Alright a big while back, I was about 3. He’s a bit of a... what do you call it... evil rich twat? Something along those lines... So he bribed off the solicitors, my Mum’s never allowed to see me again and I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere with just super van man for company. Dad’s got this stupid haulage company. Basically he’s paid ridiculous amounts to...