#334146 - It all lasted until he found his way back to the easy way out of doing things, and simply sat to watch football and drink his six-pack of malt beer, working odd job randomly, enough to pay his share, specially since he sensed that Mercy, his alleged daughter, wasn't really all that impressed with his reverse midlife crisis (get it? since midlife crisis aren't about positive changes, doing the right things for the wrong reason still qualifies as a crisis, perhaps even worse since the individual will harm someone else with his actions. Either way, one would reason, an incestuous bond like theirs wouldn't last. Lucid dreaming, I remember him saying that and more, as I stood by the door dividing the two dimensions.