I’ll have a new podcast show up pretty soon.  In the meantime:
…This is not music, comedy or revolution…but it’s real…and maybe it’ll help somebody…

 

(10.24.2012)

I’ve seen my Dad once since I was in 5th grade.  Somehow, his daughter (that I’ve never met) found me.  He’s been living in Arizona.

I just said goodbye to him…over the phone.  He couldn’t even respond.  He was so drugged-up, I don’t even know if he heard any of it, including me saying, “I love you, Dad”.  Apparently, it didn’t matter because at some point, the phone got cut off.  For the second try, they put me on speakerphone for some fucking reason (why do I have to say goodbye to my father in front of a roomful of strangers?).  I got interrupted at the end by his daughter saying, “They’re taking his breathing tube out now”.  That time, I might have actually forgotten to say, “I love you, Dad”.  By the way, this is all happening while I’m sitting in a diner called, of all things, My Father’s Place…

…Two hours later, I showed up for the first day at a new job. There was a car out front with Arizona plates, so it caught my eye. The plate # was 848-DAD…but other than that, I’m having a great day…

 

 

Make amends while you still can…

 

 

 

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