Ludic Dreams

(People tell me they enjoyed my little fatherhood shindig. Well, more times with my father have warranted his own special supertype- PHP, Tales of Myself, My father, and those general themes. Say goodbye to anything on-topic.)

So I came home from work today, and I had bought three things; M.D. House, Penn and Teller; Bullshit ( wonderful series), and a third item to be explained later ( for dramatic effect). As I displayed the bounties one and two to him, I saw him cast an upward gaze. Has his son become bitter? I have slept in many a Saturday night, There is no cross around my neck, and he has assumed that at some point in the past 18 years I may have seen a nipple. Has his son become narcissus, sarcastic and sad? *

It was at this point that I pulled out Mystery item number three: Tremors 4 pack- All 4 Tremors movies, for the low low price of 9.99.

“I like tremors,” he said.

And with that, there we are. Father and son. United by giant fucking worms in the ground.

Gotta love it.

-F9

*This whole thought process probably didn’t happen. I believe he was watching a Sox game.