Allow me to pre-face this post by saying that I love the shit out of my Dad. He's pretty fucking cool, not at all a stereotypical hard-nosed asshole father figure. Except for one thing: HE HATES THE SHIT OUT OF TATTOOS. And I just realized he still doesn't know about the Chicago flag inked into my left arm. DAMN! He'll bitch about my smoking too, but what really bothers me most is his incessant question asking. I know he's just being a good Father. But dear lord...it's like everything he encounters/observes/sees is for the first time, and he's nearly incredulous. It's actually an endearing trait (at first) but when asking a question(s) feels like an interrogation...it gets old quick. Still, I'm excited to see Jimbo (yes...I actually call my father that...as his name is Jim). Can you tell I'm a bit nervous?
PS - I won $10 in poker last night. Must suck to get beat by a one-armed 'Mo! SUCK IT BITCHES!