Monday, October 30, 2017

Posting to Facebook at nearly 3 a.m.

Because I'm up chewing over it, a few choice phrases from my father yesterday afternoon:
"Your flaky Berkeley friends"
"Is that what your therapist told you?"
"You have some major problems."
"You've ruined the last three visits"
"Oh, Allison. Give me a break." (Said any time I brought up anything that carried any weight of emotion.)
A bit of levity: apparently his cheap-ass shoe busted on him, leaving his sole flapping in the wind. Adam brought him Superglue (which was SO not good enough, or so he said) and he sat in the middle of a crowded restaurant in stocking feet, trying to glue together said cheap-ass shoe. Later he duct-taped it and called it a day.

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