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18:50:37 - 2000-09-12 Anyway, because my ma' left him for being a drunk about 25 years ago, that's about all I remembered of my father. Then I saw him last christmas. Since I had a cool step-father, I never really felt like anything was lacking in the male role-model dept., and I actually kinda resented the necessity of this reunion. It just seemed too like, Oprah or something. Like I was being forced to deal with a situation I didn't create...but it turned out to be chill. Even though he was all stroked out from a double aneurysm and couldn't articulate everything he seemed to want to, even though he wore a Garth Brooks baseball cap to Christmas dinner, it was totally comfortable. Because it was like watching an older version of me (except for the ball cap...knock on wood) pass the potatoes to myself... Genetics, man. It's freaky stuff.
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