“So you are my dad then.” He said.
“Son, I’m 30, I only went with your mother ‘cause she’s
dirty and I don’t have a decent bone in me yeah.” I said after he fired
question after question at me without even taking a breath, “What you see is
what you get yeah.” I continued but he wasn’t having any of it.
“I should so I take it free yeah and all the bad preserves
be things that feed me, I never give to the needy, Come on and see me.” I
paused and waited for a response, any kind of response. He talked more and more about how he works
with the homeless and volunteers during his summer to help underprivileged people
in places like Haiti or areas of natural disaster. I must commend him but this has nothing to do
with the genes I have passed into him.
“Yippee-ippee-ey-ey-ay-yey-yey, I had to crucify my brother
today and I don’t dig what you gotta say some come on and say it, come on and
tell me twice.” Was my reply to his do-gooding ways and he went silent. I don’t know if he was looking within himself
for a response that I could relate to.
He said, “I said dad you’re a shabby, You run around and
groove like a baggy, you’re only here out of habit all that’s mine you might as
well have it, you take 10p back and the stab it, spray it on and tag it, so
sack on me, I can’t stand the needy, get around here if you’re asking you’re
feeling.” I didn’t expect any of this and from what he was saying before and
how he looks in his ironed chinos and button down collar shirt.
My first impression was he looks like a right wet
preppie. He then continued, “Yippee-ippee-ey-ey-ay-yey-yey,
I had to crucify my somebody today and I don’t dig what you gotta say some come
on and say it, come on and tell me twice.
So sack all the needy, I cant stand to leave it, you come around here
and you put your feet in it. Yippee-ippee-ey-ey-ay-yey-yey, I had to crucify my
somebody today and I don’t dig what you gotta say some come on and say it, come
on and tell me twice.”
Out here in the park, the preppie world healer was certainly
not a chip off the old block until this last bitty, he pulled a bandanna out of
his pocket and tied it tight to his head stood up and grabbed a skateboard he
had placed silently on the floor behind me when he crept up just fifteen
minutes ago.
I got up from that bench and looked at him as he rolled his
sleeves up and revealed full sleeve tats on both arms and said, “Yippee-ippee-ey-ey-ay-yey-yey,
I had to crucify my somebody today and I don’t dig what you gotta say some come
on and say it, come on and tell me twice.”
And in the only way I know how I said back to him, “Yippee-ippee-ey-ey-ay-yey-yey,
I had to crucify my brother today and I don’t dig what you gotta say some come
on and say it, come on and tell me twice.”
That’s my boy.
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