On My Father’s Fifty Fifth Birthday He Humiliated Me Before Thirty Guests And By Midnight A Stranger Exposed The Truth Behind My Name

in a house that was never my home, grateful to people who were stealing from me. It took a slap at a birthday party, a stranger on a dark road, a photograph of a woman with my eyes, and a courtroom willing to tell the truth to give me back the thing Gerald Talbet took when I was two years old.

Not the money. Not the childhood. Those are gone, and no continue reading …