my father, the explanation.

I realize now that the old joke of pointing at a homeless guy who just shit in his hand and saying “my dad’s had a rough year.” has perhaps been over used on the site.

It has spurred on people asking questions about my father, who has actually been dead for 15 years.

So, I am killing it.
(Please feel free to scroll down and re-live the glory of my “fantasy” dads. I will leave the previous postings up forever.)

So, in effect, I am killing my last remaining tie to my father. Although funny, I feel that it has been slutted on the site, cheaply I may add, whenever I have a picture of someone behaving badly or say perhaps, not having arms.

I feel that I have brought shame on my father’s legacy, which ironically was a legacy of shameless alcoholism. So maybe it worked out for the best.

I will, for the rest of the lifespan of this site, have only 3, count ‘em “tres”, more “fantastical” dads.

So let’s watch and wait with bated breath, together.



Perhaps we’ll wait in a fogged out car. Now are the windows frosted because of blunt smoke or steamy sex?

(I’m happy I got to end this post talking about drugged up sex.)




(Would this have been a "sad" post if my dad was really dead?)