Oldies but Goodies…
I’m starting to feel like an alcoholic father who is MIA all year but then randomly shows up on Christmas morning with a pathetic attempt at a last minute gift he copped at Walgreens. Clutching one of those plastic mesh stockings filled with a bunch of crappy toys made in Japan that break the minute you touch them — still sorta smelling like booze despite the copious amounts of Old Spice he’s hastily applied to his neck beard — he embraces you, tells you he misses you and then promises to never miss another birthday or Easter or other gift-giving/love sharing holidays again. Part of you wants to believe him, after all he is Dad (or at least claims to be) but deep down you know not to trust a word he says because he’s never kept a promise in his life so why would he start now? When you ask him where he’s been he’s got all these excuses but none of them really explain his level of neglect. By the time he’s gone, the wind-up keys on all the toys are broken and your mom is yelling at you to take out the trash but you can’t hear her because you’re in your room listening to Twist of Cain on 11, wondering why they fuck you were born into your shit-hole of a family in the first place.
I don’t want to be that Dad. I’m tired of excuses and they never, ever make up for the lack of hate so I’m done with them. I’m not saying that I’m capable of being all Bill Cosby with to my postings (read always there, giving loving insight and trusted sage advise) but I’d like to meet somewhere in the middle. I want to be a better blogger and try and be there on Tuesdays even if I only have time to post one thing…
I’ve been getting emails requesting that I re-post some classics, so in the name of baby steps towards regular Tuesday posts here are a few oldies but goodies from the archives.
I will have fresh hate next week including highlights from Rock the Bells SF, a recent trip to NYC, tales from the Oregon Coast and more….
September 12th, 2007 at 9:49 am
Thanks for the shout-out to my pops! One year I got golf clubs, but ghetto ass golfclubs, which I’m still trying to figure out where he got them from on Christmas day. Another year it was a tape of Beethoven’s 9th symphony from the dollar bin at Walgreens. Awesome!