my father

Oh, I could tell you some stories about my father, but you’d never believe me. Sometimes truth really is stranger than fiction. I really do wonder how I’m not even more fucked up in the head than I actually am.

Anyway, it’s Father’s Day so I’m reflecting on some of this. He wasn’t a horrible father, mostly absent during my young life, drunk and abusive enough to leave an impact, a product of his environment and enough of an influence to make me want to be a better father. I hope I have been.

Maybe someday I’ll write a book about my parent’s and growing up and all the things I experienced and lived through. People will think I’m lying though. “You’re so normal” they’ll say. HA! It was normal for me though.