be well, on this, the 82nd anniversary of my dad’s birth,
ripped from the world too soon, as they say and, please
understand, i
say it, too. were he still around, i wonder what
he would think of his weirdo son now. pay attention long
enough to anyone and you’ll begin to
detect their flaws. even the charming idiosyncrasies might be
adequate enough to lead to a downfall, a crisis that
looms largest in the overall trajectory of a life.
understandably, these
may also lead the victim of these faults to
inevitable betterment, but
no matter whether it’s from the outside looking
upon or literally experiencing it in person, odds are that
many of these self-defeating characteristics can be chalked up to genetics.
