Wednesday, February 17, 2010
He was a chain smoking, coffee drinking, horse race gambling, motorcycle riding, cowboy boot wearing, super sensitive, moody, refused medication bi-polar, R&B listening, had a piece of blue paper and two naked men touching fingers on his living room wall, sober for the first time since he was 12 years old, didn't plan on ever being a father guy I met at a Walgreens Coffee shop, someone I called Tom. In the beginning, that is. He wasn't my knight in shining armor. But in the end, he was my Dad.
Posted by Wonelle at 9:31 PM