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“What do you mean, why? You’re my
dad, right?” Sounds lame, even to me.
So?
His one-word responses are pissing
me off. “Shouldn’t I love my father?”
Not necessarily.
Two words. Communication.
I realize, however, that he’s right.
Loving your parents is not required.
He inhales the last drag of his cigarette.
Get me a beer?
WHEN I RETURN
He is ready to talk, as if words
suddenly materialized in his brain.
First, a long drink of brew.
Then his mouth opens.
I’m sorry I’m such a shit-
for-brains. I thought I’d
be a better dad. Wanted
to be. Really, I did. But
then I let my bad habits
get the better of me.
I watch him pull another long
swallow. Light another cancer
stick. “It’s called addiction, Dad.”
I know. Can’t stop. And
to tell you the truth, even
if I could, I don’t want to.
You’re the only good thing
in my fucked-up life. And I
