american dream….

you were gone…went away to Cincinnati…Cleveland…some town…had the car all messed-up…I was tryin’ to find’ya to help…had no money as usual…you was just out there in America tryin to runaway from somethin’ I guess…called an’ called an’ called…you wouldn’t answer…never do…like you take some perverse pleasure in makin’ me suffer…you like to make me suffer…

no pop…i do not….

so you took the car to Memphis…worst breakfast I ever had was in Memphis…old boy managin’ the place didn’t have anybody show-up for work one day on account that he was an asshole so he tried to cook and wait on tables by himself….just aweful…

yes dad…you’ve told me that story….

what were you doin’ in Cleveland…or Minneapolis…where’d you go…

nowhere pop…nowhere…

just dreamed it…

go back to sleep dad…go back to sleep…

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