I promised, in writing, to piss on the grave of my old man if I ever find out a) that he's dead and b) where he's buried. Not that he doesn't deserve it for a litany of reasons (like setting the dobermans on to watch me while he went off to base up in some friend's basement, dangling me half a foot off the floor by my neck for not taking the garbage out fast enough, fucking some other chick while my mom was giving birth, etc).
If the only gift the guy gave you is teaching you how to hate effectively, then you're probably better off without him, unless you're interested in exacting revenge in the most painful and humiliating ways you can imagine.
