Wednesday, April 29, 2009

My Fucking Father And I Had A Civil Conversation Tonight

No yelling, no accusations, no paranoia.  Just us -- well, him mostly -- talking about his real estate holdings.  Just two grown-ups talking.  Eight days ago this son-of-a-bitch wanted to throw me out of the house because I didn't clean the bathroom and my room.

He may not just be moody.  My Old Man may very well be crazy.  And yet. ...  This is something I secretly crave.  Why can't my dad talk to me like this all the time?

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