On Christopher Arps
I’m embarrassed to say I knew Christopher Arps, and even more embarrassed to say that I liked him when I first met him in 2001.
Eventually, though, the people who gave him chance after chance to turn his life around — including myself and the patient souls at Talent’s district office — had to show a little tough love. Arps struck back in anger and spite, which I guess shows he wasn’t fit to be much of a father anyway.
The American story is here. Expect to hear more about this disappointing — but not particularly surprising — case soon.
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