Great story Alanzo.
I never had life repair breakthrough with my father.I'm kind of glad of
didn't in retrospect.I'm long past any kind of male-bonding with him.
and the thought of possibly bonding with him...well...
I think my life repair breakthrough for me was a time I was putting
up vinyl siding on his house and I said to him "Just knock it off,quit
busting my fucking balls"...it kind of worked,in a Boston,yankee
sort of way.
An EST seminar probably wouldn't do me much better.The coach would
say "You really need to look at your racquet you have towards your father"
My response would be "No you don't understand,my father ran real racquets
in real life"....like John Gotti and Whitey Bulger
sorry ,just doing parody on some of this stuff.
anyway,I liked the part about the bong.It reminds me of people I talk to
in South Boston..they say things like "When I have a bad day,I do a few
lines of coke"
I liked reading your account/experiences