"I aint drunk Mars," he said, his hands shaking. He couldn't believe he hadn't put it together long before this. Sykes. Sykes from California. Duh.
"Why don't you tell her pops? Tell her about how you left my mom high and dry when you found out she was pregnant with me!" he yelled right past Marney. It stung to see him there, to know that he had picked up another family, that he had a daughter his age. That Marney was his daughter. "Why don't you tell her how you ruined my whole life man? Half the shit that happened wouldn'ta happened if you had at least paid child support!"
He finally forced himself to look at the girl, his apparent half sister. "Your dad is... such an asshat," he said in a gentler but still edgy voice.