Kris' Dad died, the day after Christmas. I had been trying to get in touch with him or his Wife while I was in Hawaii. I couldn't. I found out, today, that there won't be another chance to thank him or say goodbye. I can't blame myself for not getting in touch, somehow, in Hawaii. I have to believe that he was in a hospital or something where I could not have located him. I have to believe that, because if I don't, I can't forgive myself.
I do believe it. I think we were square, he and I. I still keep Kris (mostly) out of bad trouble, and I keep the lessons learned at his expense in my behavioural code. I only regret that he won't be around to see his son's future, possibly greatest accomplishments realized.
It would have been much worse if we had not all moved away from Hawaii. I have detachment this way.
Kind of.
Coming back to the mainland, especially Broadway, from Hawaii, everyone seems like a hugely pretentious idiot. Perhaps that's just holiday stress talking. No, it's me.
web page is going to require some new set up and shit, as the year has changed. Will get around to that on the first, sometime after I wake up.
But first, a masta P style tune called BruiSmile. Similarities to the songs "Druid II" and "Jizzlobber" conveniently ignored.