As he was driving home, his arm began to burn. The pain became excrusiating and he found it difficult to drive. He made it home without incident. Going to his front door he noticed the door was cracked. He pulled out his gun and slowly opened the door and cautiously walked in. Looking around, he slowly made it to the kitchen.

"Hello Daniel." He put his gun back into his holster and sighed heavily.

"Jesus, Dad. I could have killed you."

"Wouldn't even bring a tear to your eye.'' Replied his father.

"What are you doing here?''

"Can't I visit my own son for a change?" Daniel looked away, and, rolling his eyes, he sighed.

"You haven't visited me in two years. Why visit now?"

"I can't call you. You never answer my calls."

"Well, that should tell you something then." His father sighed with much...