There is no where to run little children, no where to hide. You know what I’m talking about, yes, you, who knows your mommy and daddy love you. Are you aware of how far you are from complete total irrelevance? No, because from birth you were indoctrinated with a contempt for those who are ‘crazy’ – without understanding. You were LOVED by two completely normal loving parents who only wanted the best for you and saw to it you had everything you needed. You never went hungry, never doubted you would be missed, never were an inconvenience. How far are you from starvation if your world was ripped from you as you sit fat and happy at your bright flashing terminal p*rn hub? Two lone hard weeks my friend, maybe three if you’re a fan of the internet girth America has embraced like its the next tv infomercial trip up main street apple pie block party bull sh*t that has long died but still remembered in our hearts every day that can be marketed for miniature appendage-demolition removal sparklies. Yeah, that’s right, a sentence longer than ten words – sorry to trouble your fragile understanding of meter you f*ck. You’d never f*cking make it without all those people around you, all that LOVE and SUPPORT. Well, let me tell you. No matter where you run, where you hide, how far you suppress those childhood memories of daddy getting mad when mommy let you stay up extra late… You cannot escape the demon that follows all to close, reminding you that you are human, a stinking biological animal meant only for reproduction and death. Your success, your heart, your learnin’s, all mean bullsh*t. You are here solely for one sh*tty drunk f*ck enough to hit pay dirt and have another spoiled brat kid who waste’s the governments money on a four year drinking fest in the name of cultural learnings, growth, and sophistication. You are expendable, irrelevant, and a damn bullshit example of any warrior tribe you descend from. Survival of the fittest my ass, more like survival of the emulators. America is dead, all that’s left are the shadows of real men who gave a shit about their children, because seeing them survive to adult hood was an accomplishment back before the days of expectation of survival.

F*ck no I don’t respect you, does that scare you? Run and Hide.

Say a woman does not get married and conceives a child with a man. Can that child have the father’s last name, or will it have to legally bare it’s mother’s last name?
Can a minor be adopted with having it’s last name changed to it’s parents/guardians?
How common is single parent adoption? (As in a single non-married person adopting a kid.)
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I’m writing a story and it’s recently dawned on me that a character’s last name may become an issue.
Bad typos: I meant without having to change it’s last name to accomidate it’s gaurdians/parents.
Not that the current answers are bad, in fact they helped a lot, but I wanted to add a little bit to help out the last question.
He’s adopted in the state of Maryland at the age of 14. I’m not sure if this helps, but I thought it wouldn’t hurt to add.

One of my parents died when I was very young, and have been raised by a single parent for about 12 years now. I’ll be going to college next fall, and I was wondering what the names are of some of those scholarships. Thanks