Im remembering how I left my fathers bookkeeping business back in January 2005, and how I finally felt free to work without so much bullshit, and I remember many of his clients got very very paranoid. I remember how I sent a letter to about 1500 of his tax clients in mid February 2005 to explain to them that Id be preparing tax returns from my home. I did this because Im a CPA, and he has the same name, and I didnt want to leave any implied authority, as I was just a seasonal tenant in his office. Anyways, after I sent those letters, about 125 clients called me, and when Id answer the door, about 80% of them said to me, youre not Mario U Grassano Jr, CPA. I had to get out my drivers license to prove that I was in fact Mario U Grasssano Jr, CPA. My father made all of his clients believe that my brother, Julio, was me. Anyways, when I went to jail for terrorist threats in mid June 2009 for 6 long months, because I needed help, I had to call my sociopathic idiot father to ask for him for help to withdraw money from my bank and send it to my jail. I hadnt spoken to him since January 2005. My father has always been jealous of me, because hes very Neanderthal. Anyways, when I I got out of jail, I made temporary amends with my father, and he let me use a space in his office for a few hours a day, and I remember how he and my aunt Norma would call me Julio (my brothers name) in front of the clients. Why in the F would they call me Julio? I also remember how my father would act very nervous and how hed salivate over my wife. And I remember how I caught him making masturbation gestures to her on two occasions, and how I didnt say anything, because I just wanted to keep observing their interactions. I remember how disappointed I was to have a dishonest piece of shit father like him.
Posted on: Fri, 15 Aug 2014 01:13:44 +0000
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