My father, Domino Vasquez, is the man that brought the world to its knees. Rather than getting back up, it collapsed upon itself. All that time, I sat at the sidelines and watched. Then, I got distracted; I fell in love with a man with the last name Flame. He was charming, a fighter, and the number of times dad and he fought is inconceivable.  Almost as inconceivable as myself. Through all that I've been through, all I have seen and stood by to, I realized: to know these people yet have no significance yourself is a conundrum.