thanksgiving
So the joke is on Jack again. I drove all the way to Spokane for Thanksgiving, trying like hell to be a good father even though we separated in July. Brought furniture and guitars and things that just wouldn’t fit in the car when they went to Spokane.
I thought, hell, maybe I didn’t even think, that if I did all that there would be a place for me at the table. Not so. I will have the company of my old dog and my new dog, thank goodness for something.
At least Kai is speaking to me, working with me, loving me as much as he can.
So I am at the Chalet having breakfast for lunch, and fuck Thanksgiving.
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