dad says goodbye…

what is it we want…

you mean…

what do we want…truly…in our heart of hearts…what is it that we want more than anything on earth…or maybe it’s not of this earth…could be beyond…ever think of that…some kinda spiritual mission you wanna go on…

don’t want anything…never did…can’t see the use in wishing for somethin’ you’ll never get…no matter how hard you try…

what’ve you tried…you put your hands in a few things but never really tried any of ’em…it’s like you’re waitin’ on some kinda magic to take place and it just ain’t there…you touch somethin’ and you expect a miracle…gotta do more than touch boy…gotta grab it…hold on to it…never let go…

act like I haven’t done anything with my life…you sit there and just insult me freely…like I’m some kinda spoiled kid…I know what hard work is…I’ve done it…and at the end of the day…what use is it…what does hard work getcha…a bad back…sore knees…deeper in debt…no thank you…no thank you…

so you’ve given up…quit ‘fore you even started…

done told ya…

haven’t told me anything…just said how much you hate hard work…and you’re right…it breaks you down…your bones ache…fingers get hard…I know that…but why the hell else were we put here on earth…the human body was made for work…don’t you see that…made for liftin’ and carryin’…pushin’ and shovin’…life was intended to be hard…if it weren’t then we’d be up in heaven at the side of Jesus right now…been that way forever boy…forever…and those that don’t work hard just perish…they just eventually go away…’come nothin’ more than men holdin’ signs on the side of the road…PLEASE HELP…ANYTHING WILL DO…so on and so on…is that what you want…be a beggar…gotta find somethin’ and stick with it boy…be a jack of all trades and the master of one…

I gotta go…

where ya goin’…

nowhere…nowhere…

can’t run all your life…gotta get somewhere and stay there…when you’re not planted you get in trouble…establish some kinda roots…you were never wantin’ to do that…never wantin’ to do what was right…’ventually you gotta find a purpose…

gotta purpose…

what…see the world…move from job to job to job…what do you own…what do you really own…what can you say is yours…

I guess nothin’…nothin’…

dont’cha wanna own somethin’…a car a house…be an American ‘stead of some Trotskyite…some kinda dreamer…communism looks real good on paper boy…real good…but it don’t work…

not a communist dad…don’t know what I am…

well…yeah…yeah…

gotta go…

call me…said call me…

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