Father’s Day Bullshit

June 19, 2007

I don't need a special day to tell my dad that I love him. I know this makes me sound as if I tell him I love him quite often, or at least occasionally. Well ladies and gentlemen, nothing can be farther from the truth. I tell him how I appreciate all the stuff he does for and gives me like only once in a green moon. Of course you fuckers know there's no green moon. It's called metaphor.

 

But okay I'll be honest. I do tell him I appreciate his clutch of sperm cells getting into my mum's ova and by some glitch accidentally concocted yours truly. And that I love him. The last time was some months ago, when I had this dream of him dying in a stupid flash flood, and get this, the dream has some creepy tree in it. I woke up crying and scared at 2 am. Then I texted him and told him how much he means to me. So you must understand, I'm pretty affectionate in my own twisted way. After nightmares, of course. With cellphone load.

 
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