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Distraction for this evening:


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My dad is the kind of guy to stick his finger up your ass and then turn around and call you a child molester.  Imagine that?  I’m the oldest, but my siblings are only siblings through my dad, so I didn’t spend much time with them.  But none the less I remember him playing the finger game with us and my brother and sister pulling their underwear out of their ass’ with shit all over them.  These were years when we came to understand the nature of things.  I think I must have had some positive affect on my sister because she named her oldest son after me.

I remember enough now to understand that when we kids had to spend weekends with him it was cramping his image as the cool dude on a Harley.  In the seventies at least his, now dead from heroin, brother would ride a chopper and wear bell bottoms while sporting the Charles Manson look.  But my dad was too cool to be a hippie; he was more like a pimp on a Harley.  I can remember going on booty calls with him.  At the time I had no clue, it took me a few years of reflection to figure it out.  He would walk into someone’s house and tell me to sit on the couch or something, and then he’d go in the back for about an hour.  I think I was present when he got my youngest half brothers mother pregnant.  She was nineteen at the time, and to this day I still have never met my half brother. 

Good ol dad has a bunch of kids he never paid child support on, but he owns a big ranch and lots of toys.  I have to admit one thing though, being self employed paid off for him.  He just never met his responsibilities, and was as cold as ice about letting you know he didn’t care.  He finally stopped beating his women when one shot at him with a shot gun.  She put a slug in the tail of his Monte Carlo, as well as busting out his wind shield. 

I just felt that I needed to rant for a moment because I just got back from school, and the BS my teachers have been putting me through is beyond Kafka-esk.  Yes its family related BS and ironically there is one teacher in particular who reminds of my dad.  I bet he’d plagiarize his own mom.