my_dad_and_me fyn gula you are a comic strip character and i am the one who draws the humour 000127 ... silentbob me trying to appear interested in bullshit about canoes and boats and camping and animals and guns and roofing and wood and bullshit, him telling me all about it. 000707 ... Dad it can be beautiful; why insist on ugly? 000708 ... birdmad a year before he died... sitting in his wheelchair, cigarette in his mouth. his body betraying him cell by cell, breaking down and failing i sat in the chair next to him, he wanted to tell me something... he wanted to do what he had not done for my brother or sisters before me... he wanted to have "that talk"...you know the one, the one we really end up learning for ourselves... i didn't have the heart to tell him that the path i had chosen some months before had already led me further down the road of experience than he might have thought me capable Secretly, i think he might have been proud of that fact, had he known at least from the point of knowing that i wasn't always either terribly shy or terribly anti-social 000709 what's it to you? who go blather from