Sunday, August 06, 2006

utterly disgusted and "is madonna alive?"

ok, we'll start with the utterly disgusted thing. i discovered this week that my 55 yr old father got his nipples pierced! i saw him with his shirt off for the first time in years (well it has been hot) and that's when i saw the two new additions to his body. i did not say anything... Completely ignored it. i have a theory about people who pierce anything but their ears and/or get overly tattooed... they have a deep physiological problem that makes them think they need people to look at them/pay attention to them all the time. they all need to go see shrinks to get over themselves. there's this funny comic i have on my fridge, the father asks the son who has his face overly pierced, "tell me son, did it hurt when the tackle box exploded in your face?".

anyway, with dad, i think he's going through yet another childhood or teenage hood. at least he did this after i was grown and gone. just like the thing with the local crack whore about 5 years ago. i would have ditched his ass, but mom kept him.

but i did have to deal with the whole pot growing thing, and prison time thing. he got busted the first time when i was 11. the second time right before the summer after my 9th grade year. he spent 3 months in boley that summer. the last time was right after i graduated high school. they didn't keep him long, and gave him probation. he was horrible after that, real mean and hateful. i called nana and she sent me money for a plane ticket to visit her and papa. i stayed 2 months, then mom called and said it was safe to come home, he was better now. whatever...

the only thing that exposure to the drug scene did for me was to make me never do any of it. when i was 11 my mom's brother lived in a small cabin on our land. one evening, i took over his dinner that mom had cooked for him. his girlfriend and her brother were visiting. she was snorting a line of coke, the brother had a needle in his arm, my uncle was smoking pot. i looked at these people, they were so gross and skinny and dirty... i thought to myself, "if that's what drugs do to you... i'll skip that teenage experiment thank you!". and i did. the worst i ever did was smoke a few cigarettes. the tobacco kind, not the pot kind.

ok, now on to the "is madonna alive?" thing. my 9 yr old listens to radio disney, they've been playing that "1985" song alot lately, so that's what prompted the question. a better question would be "is michael jackson still alive?". because is he? really? the true human who was born michael joseph jackson? i don't think so. i think somewhere around the early 90's he died on the plastic surgeons table, and what was brought back from the dead is some mutant...

ok, yeah... 2 more weeks to go. lots more heat until fall gets here... sometime in october... maybe. gotta love it.

stay tuned...

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