What the hell happened to you mommy?
I knew this was going to happen some day.
You always hung around on those sleazy rivers like the Fox and the Des Plaines.
Then there were your favorite little hang outs, Salt and Kress Creeks.
And don’t even get me started on the canals.
On all of those you always picked the roughest sand and gravel bars to hang out on.
Those bastard mallards would harass you and beat you, do what they want with you and now they’ve thrown you on the side of the river like a piece of trash.
What happened to that advice you gave me mommy?
Choose your friends wisely…
Do as I say, not as I do, eh mommy?
Well, I guess it was nice to run into you mommy. Nice to know you’re still alive.
You need to get yourself some help, I can’t help you.
You’re too far gone.
You have taught me a lesson here though mommy.
There’s no way in hell I’m going to turn out like you.