As I mentioned yesterday, I received a box of pictures that is full of stuff that goes all the way back to my Dad’s childhood that I have been kinda going through.
I dug into it a bit again earlier while I was drinking some coffee trying to get fully awake. and ran across one that I really wish I hadn’t.
It’s obviously from the early 70’s and it’s a picture of my Dad standing in the front room of the house we lived in down in North Bend Oregon after we moved down there from Portland.
I recognized the cabinets and he is standing next to the very same wall phone that I remember him talking to the President of the United States of America from one night.
Except this picture is way different.
He is standing there stark fucking nekkid.
With his little tallywhacker dangling and all.
Other than the fact that I now know that genetics really is a thing, I could have went all damned day without that.
But there was no fucking way that I was going to be the only one to suffer that kind of mental damage.
So I took a picture of it with my phone and sent it to my brother.
Have a nice day buddy.