Twenty-six years,
I was a municipal
judge. And all I
wanted was one more term. But
they dropped me from
the ticket and went with some
new, young fellow.
I became possessed with rage
and bitterness,
so much that I gave myself
a stroke. My last
years of life were spent almost
speechless, confined
to my chair. But I never
lost my hatred.
I shaped my sons to be my
instruments of
vengeance. From what I could see
before I was
taken, I was successful.