Denny Crane. - FIFTY-THREE. Letters.

Write two letters: One to someone you hurt and the other to someone who hurt you.


Dad,

I'm not sorry. You always thought I should be, but I never was and never will be. You disapproved of my courtroom theatrics, while I've shaped them into a legacy. I'm undefeated. I'm Denny Crane. But, I was also your son, and that was never good enough. You're the only thing that ever defeated me. It may not have shown through in the courtroom, but you were well on your way to breaking me.

I was there for the end, you know. You were smiling, and that's how we knew you were too far gone to be saved. That's how we knew it was time to let the morphine drip. You were smiling at me, something you hadn't done since I was a child. Even with Alzheimer's - with that disease eating away at your brain - you didn't want me.

I've built a career around my name. I have a legacy. The Republican party calls me. Larry King and I do lunch - and sometimes trade suspenders. I've held the Stanley Cup - and, possibly dropped it off my balcony which has yet to be proven in a court of law. I've had an amazing life that you were not a part of it. I'm not sorry, but you should be.

Denny Crane



Alan,

You ate the last smore.

That hurt me.

Will you make more?

Denny Crane


Muse: Denny Crane
Fandom: Boston Legal