I don't know if anyone has been observant enough to notice that I've been silent on this issue for the most part, but I figured it was a good time to break the silence. I don't really talk about my dad...for personal reasons. We don't speak, he and I. I haven't actually seen him in...maybe five years...I dunno. It's been a while.
Anyway, I wrote a poem today.
You always were the funniest man I knew,
arms flapping at dinner
never afraid to tell a dirty joke
to your adoring fans:
Long drives waiting for
"a flash across the sky"
Flash Gordon's ghost will never die
Your taste in music disseminated.
Last night a woman I'd just met told me
I should take my comedy
on the road.
As hard as I try
to be nothing like you
Just like you expected me to.
Happy Father's Day.