I went and got drunk today during work. During my lunch break during work. I took my break at 10. Not a big deal really. People drink all the time at lunch. Ive heard that the Europeans dont leave the house in the morning without a glass of wine or two.
My best friend. I guess hes my best friend. Ive been calling him
my best friend for so long that I dont even stop to think about whether
or not he even is anymore. I guess if I did Id probably realize that he
wasnt but I dont do that because that would just be one more thing.
My best friend had a son yesterday. I mean his wife had it and he was there
staying out of the way and all that. Good for him. Good for them. Its
odd.
Its Fathers Day Sunday. Ive got this wife. She has me at my
wits end most of the time. Im simple. Leave me alone and be there
when I need you. Simple. I swear to Christ Im losing my mind. I swear
to Christ. Ive got this boy, this son. Adam. He seems like a nice enough
kid. Ive only known him for seven weeks. Hes seven weeks old. I
dont love him. I dont know why. Hes a good kid, interested.
Looks around a lot. But I dont feel anything for him. No sense of usucapience
or paternalism. Then Ive got this daughter. Shes three. Im
up the wall over this kid. Love love love this kid. I dont get it. The
boy hasnt done anything to not be loved. He deserves for me to love him.
He took a leak on me once and sprayed some shit at me but I dont take
that personally. That's what kids do. I dont know. Maybe something from
childhood. Maybe daddy didnt show me enough affection. Kidding.
The old mans got the cancer. Ass cancer. Colon. The day I found out, shoot
the minute I found out I started writing his eulogy in my head. I would give
it. Stand up in front of the people and give this really kick-ass eulogy about
how he was this great guy and Vietnam veteran patriot hero type and all that.
Thered be jokes too. Id have people laughing, rolling in the aisles
and crying and all that at the same time. It was going to be great. I picked
out his pallbearers as well. It was going to be me. My cousin on my dads
side (his brothers son), my moms side (her sisters son), two
friends from school (one of whom just had the kid), and someone else I cant
remember. Maybe my sisters husband but then I got to thinking that he
might be abusing her and that it might not be the right thing to do to have
the guy who was ruining your sister carrying your dads coffin so Ive got
an empty slot I need to fill. So theres this great funeral where people
leave after hearing this great spiel about life and love and death and motion
and revolution and all that, leaving feeling inspired and humbled all at the
same time. Nice.
Turns out hes probably going to make it. Had his surgery, doing his chemo.
Handling it like a day at the races. Eating like a barn on fire. Gaining weight.
Gaining weight on chemo. What the fuck. I keep meaning to go with him to his
appointments, figure itll give me something to think about. Take my mind
off not wanting to have my mind on things but I havent done it yet. I
keep backing out. Work is too busy. Kids have to go for a checkup. Drunk. So
no eulogy yet. Probably for the best seeing as how I have to fill that empty
slot on the coffin. Maybe just four of us. Hes not that big.