Sorry, I just am not impressed with the comings and goings of those who belong to the lucky sperm club. I don't begrudge those who were born into a very fortunate life, I just don't care about them. You see I kind of think I was born lucky. Ten brothers and sisters, and a mom and dad who stayed married right up until the end. In addition to having a fairly decent family life, I also had a dad who managed to teach me some important things even if it was unintentional sometimes. For instance what we as kids perceived as his cheapness, was a chance for us to learn the value of budgeting our money. We might not have had the latest and greatest crap that our friends had, but we always had food on the table. Don't spend what you don't have, and you'll do fine in the end, that was the lesson. Now if I can only teach that to Mark.
Another thing I learned from my dad was fear. Fear of his gigantic hand coming down on my ass was a powerful deterrent during my teenage years. I am sure I'd have been a drug crazed high school dropout if I wasn't so afraid of the consequences. I'm proud to say I was a drug crazed hippie with a high school diploma thanks to my dad.
Today is dad's birthday. He's not with us any more, and I do miss him. I hope he knew how much I appreciated him before he left us. After all, he did beget some royalty. A big old drag queen named Alicia.