of his child that way. The irony of you accusing him of only caring about your money, yet having little to say about attempts to spend time with him or anything else that you have offered to young Marquis' life.
Oh, and how dare you ask for a paternity test when your son couldn't look more like you if he had a picture of you stapled to his forehead? C'mon, son.
I try not to wish ill on people, but this is the kind of evilness that makes me hope you’re burdened with the shade of Uncle Sam and the kind of pain only a burning sensation with urine can bring. No wait, you know what you and Kirk need? A visit from Joe Jackson’s past, A Christmas Carol style. That’ll learn ya.
Michael Arceneaux is the author of the “The Weekly Read,” where tough love is served with just a touch of shade. Tweet him at @youngsinick.