The thing about having a dad who's been dead since I was a kid is the weirdest shit sticks in the back of my mind and sorta upsets me more than the more obvious things. Like I dont for the life of me remember if he drank coffee or tea. Can't for the life of me place if he was a coffee or a tea drinker and for unknowable reasons that is just something that pops up once in a while and makes me so.... discontent

















