I have a confession to make.There is something dark I’ve been hiding inside of me.My father died a few years ago.I’m actually still recovering from it.It’s taken me a long time to even face it, but…tonight, I’m think ready.[What can I do?]You can hold this.Open it.There’s a picture of my father in there.You see…the cops will think that you tried to mug me.But the truth is…you stole more than my wallet, didn’t you…you sick son of a bitch?