DaddyHawk VIII lived through another one.

Open Letter to My Father:

Maybe it’s you up there in the sky shining like a star, looking down on me from the heavens. Maybe it’s you, that wild spirit animal drifting across the sky like a buffalo — free and joyous. Maybe it’s you, that bum under the portico of the library, spirit dwindling, gums falling out like pancake batter with walnuts and bananas in it. Or maybe it’s you, bearskin rug-chested man, celebrating your 64th birthday by wiping your mustache on a baller-ass cordless phone while standing all stoic in the surf. Man, I hope it’s that last one. Fuck a shining star. Shit is gay.

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About Snake Hawk

good, bad, funny, sad, stupid, rad, has, had. non-joining funhaver from coast to coast(er brake). buster of the chops, drawer of the logos. North Carolina, USA

7 thoughts on “DaddyHawk VIII lived through another one.

  1. “Higgins, where are the keys to the Ferrari? I’ve got to pick up Snakey at the day care!”