heeyyyy, fuckin father’s day.

 most of my regulars know my distaste for this day.  i haven’t talked to, seen, heard from, my father in over 20 years.  he was an alcoholic, drug addict, and abusive toward my mother.  we left when i was 3 or 4.  last i heard, he’d spent 7 years in prison on a third-strike law after violating a no-contact order for an ex girlfriend.  he immediately moved back home to live with his sister for a year, he seemed to be doing better, then moved out, lives above a bar, can’t hold a job, and still drinks his life away.

someday in the future i hope to get the chance to be a better father than he was, but until then, motherfuck this day.

-b