March 2, 2006
my only secret
Today my father peed in the corner.
I’m not sure why I write about this, because this is not something I would like to look back on and remember. I’m sure anyone could see why I’d like to forget it as quickly as possible. But here I am, creating a record of the event.
The event is as current as they come; six minutes and counting. Let’s not go into the details, let’s not talk about my feelings, let’s not let it linger any more than it already will. But here is something I (of all people! I’m as open as they come… I think?) have never told any of my friends – I’m not sure I’ve ever dared to write it anywhere, either –
It’s because he’s drunk.
just a bunch of malarky