Ever wonder where you hipsters got that thirst for cheap beer? Now give your dad a call and thank him.
True story: my bearded, striped shirt, short shorts 1980’s father gave me red wine instead of grape juice when i was little. cheers to you, dad. even if it was “an accident”.
And when at last grief has dried you out, nearly
weightless, like a little bone, one day,
no reason in particular, the world decides to tug:
twinge under the breastbone, the sudden thought
you might stand up, walk to the door and
keep on going… And in the seconds following,
like the silence…