"We were playing golf [...] and I could just see 5 or 6 local news cameras in the bushes behind us. It was meself, Harry and our photographer at the time and with the three of us hit the worst shots you've ever seen, however we said before we'd hit it we'd pretend we all got a hole in one just for the news. We were all jumping around like crazy!"
the fact that neither of these are really john. what if you spent your whole life as your dad's partner in every sense of the word and you were the person who knew him the best and you still didn't know him at all and had to constantly hold contradictory versions of him in your head cause he never really gave you the chance to understand him at all (you were a kid how could you ever?) and now he's dead and you never will get more time and you want more time so bad and you don't even know what you'd tell him because you're starting to resent him but really the only thing you can't forgive him for is for being dead. and you're going to hell in two weeks. and maybe he's waiting there for you.
frankenstein complex is at 39.8k and im saurrrr close to the third act. the twist. the drama. the existential horror. the entire reason i wanted to write it in the first place. this is going to be excellent.