That is not my bastard half-brother, Monger, but rather a son. His name is Mitsu Arrakowa and I love him dearly. I haven't seen him much but I do send child support payments to his mother. Ahhh, the mother, a delicate Japanese creature who I met in '37, while vacationing in Japan. I never knew her name; I called her The Gossamer Lady. She served me tea and we went for long walks in Japanese gardens, and on occasion we would attend a spirited Sumo wresting competition.
After I discovered the Gossamer Lady was pregnant I decided to do the right thing and marry her and raise the child. We were married in the fall of '37 and young Mitsu was born in May of '38.
The three of us lived in a simple bamboo hut by a quiet river and all was well.
But then the floods came.
Mitsu and the Gossamer Lady were carried away by the rushing waters and the last thing I saw was little Mitsu's straw hat floating on the surface of the raging torrent.
I feared they were lost and left Japan.
Eventually I settled in Thailand and married Kiteema, a ravishing beauty who would go on to bear me this child...
We named him Sobeekatron. Again my life seemed complete. Until the day when I received news that Mitsu and the Gossamer Lady had survived the flood and were now residing at the Holiday Inn and anxiously awaiting my return.
I fled. It seemed like the thing to do. The years drifted by and my thoughts returned to the Gossamer Lady, Mitsu, Kiteema, and Sobeekatron many times. The love I felt was deep and I sent them generous amounts of money. But by then I had fathered many more sons and daughters, always fleeing at the next uncomfortable incident.
Eventually I ended up at my swamp. Now, it is only me and my animals and I spend my days on my porch, rocking in my chair, smoking my pipe, and thinking about the women and children scattered around the globe who are softly calling my name.
And my name carries in the wind...
Gustav... Gustav... Gustav.
It is late now and I must sleep, but I must thank you, Monger, for stirring up the memories of my past.
They were indeed the days of wine and roses.