this little image by bwana kinda says it all.
monday was the 11th anniversary.
i miss you, dad. * you, dad. i love you, dad. i forgive you. i was on a boat on monday, and i hadn’t been on a boat in years. it was the pixar homo crew. i drank red wine and watched the sun set and thought of you. it was beautiful. ducks floating by, me bobbing on the surface.
dad used to take us out on his little boat on the sf bay when i was a kid. at the time i thought it was kinda a drag but now i miss it. the blue of the bay is something that seeps into your bones and makes you buy nautical themed home furnishings. the fun part was trying to navigate our way back into the slip after the captain had drunk a bottle of white wine with his friend larry.
my sister has a friend who reminds me a lot of my dad. he drinks too much and makes me want to flee. grab your things, and flee. my sister loves him. i have the same reaction to him that i had to my dad. he was unpredictable when he was drunk and i would grin and take it like a man.
i don’t want to live like that anymore.
happy spring.
love michael
