We often forget the impact we have on others. Here's a little reminder that came from The Boy (now age 29) through Facebook Messenger of what a shitty dad I am.
If you see me being led away in handcuffs anytime soon, it was just life teaching me another little lesson about me. Here's my side of the story.
I'd like to extend a heart-felt and giant "fuck you" to the entire health care system for treating us all like children.
Every Monday morning, I'm reminded why I hate Adolf Hitler. The "Never Forget" message is embedded right under my nose.
Since our first summer that we could understand English, we have all been told that the Fourth of July is America's birthday. Well like Dec. 25 for Jesus, it's a fucking arbitrary date picked out of their ass by politicians with a marketing agenda.
I've got no evidence to prove it, but I'm convinced I almost crushed a woman just to support the patriarchy.
It had been a long day and a half in a crowded room listening to stories about work while not getting any work done. I couldn't wait to head over to Hooters. It had been built in our imaginations like a combination of Camelot and Plato's Retreat. It was the first Hooters in the state -- newly opened in downtown Phoenix.
Let's start this rant on a topic no one wants to discuss: Abortion and fucking religion. (This is why I only get invited to Savage dinner parties -- nobody wants to listen to this bullshit). Specifically, I'm talking about the Christian fucking religion.
The Bear and I inherited a grand-dog -- 12 pounds of a manipulating mutt -- and now it seems we can't go to dinner without her.
We were at the Bear's second cousin's wedding in New Mexico when it happened. I drank too much, and said something I thought was funny...