01.29.07

Quickly, quickly because I'm just about out the door...again. However, red letter day for me last Wednesday:

I called my father.

Hadn't spoken to him in four years.

Long story short; he was very happy to hear from me, controlled his need to preach at me about what I should do with my life, encouraged me to write an article about fixing up Bub and submitting it to one of the larger motorcycle magazines, and told me that he was proud of me and that he loved me.

Who are you, and what have you done with my father?

Still, it felt good. And I'm proud that I overcame a bunch of my shit to call him up. Because, despite everything, he is the other half of my genetic code. That sounds kind of silly, but it means a lot to me.

Ciao~

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