Tuesday, May 08, 2007
Maturity (in three steps)
ONE: That is not Santa Claus. That is Dad, wearing a Santa Claus outfit and pretending to be Santa Claus.
TWO: Dad is drunk.
THREE: In a couple dozen years, that's going to be me over there, desperately going through the motions of being a good family man as I almost drop my niece on the floor in a bleary, whiskey-induced fog and perpetuate my lineage's unyielding and inescapable cycle of self-destructive sicknesses.