Your Loving Cowfather

My father sent me so many packages, sometimes they sat on my table for a whole day before my ungrateful ass opened them. Sometimes they had a 20 dollar bill inside. This note was apparently accompanied by some "cool guy" gift: maybe checkered sunglasses? A book on Man Ray?

"Cowboy" is Dad's legendary father, who partied twice as hard and lived 20 years longer than his son, and died senile in a stinky nursing home. (Grandpa Cowboy, of course, had mild brain damage since his 30s- ever since he won a midget car race upside down.....)

My father ordered seven gray sweatshirts silkscreened with the word "COWBOY" so that the "bruthas and sistahs" who cared for him in the nursing home would remember his nickname every day of the week.

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