As a child, I thought my soul the son of two fathers: a devil who wasn't so bad and a god more Old than New Testament. But where the devil gave us hedonism, god offered hope and it was thrilling, fun and false. False hope and hedonism were the gods I used to know but they're not confined to the past for they're in my DNA. And so like Sisyphus, I endlessly roll rocks of hope uphill only to have them roll down.