Thanks Dad

My dad called me last night. I didn't answer. Was drunk and out drinking with Nadia. Nadia is my girlfriend going on a little more than a year now. That's a statistical accomplishment for me, by the way. Never made it past the 12 month mark with anyone before. Not till her. Never been overseas before either. She helped change that about a year ago, as well.

Anywho, she's passed out on NyQuil at the moment and I'm in the living room drinking wine, watching the Celtics, and taunting Kevin over Words with Friends. Could be a bad idea, the taunting. Not a good idea, not like making fun of the flavor of Carmelo Anthony's wife's lady parts. He's been spending way too much time on his last turn. Probably has a huge triple worder in the works. Which would just go to show that timing is everything (i.e. different jobs require different tools).

So I was on my way to the store to get Nadia the non-non drowsy NyQuil and figured I'd call my dad back. I didn't feel any rush to call him back last because usually he's just lonely and wants to tell me about whatever it was he just saw on MSNBC or Turner Classics. Tv Talk. And that's fine but I'm the phone all day long at work. Literally. Call center style.

Like how I felt the need to really explain why I waited 24 hours to call my dad back?

But whatever. I'm a busy guy or something. So I call my dad and the first thing out of his mouth "when was the last time you wrote anything? Huh?"

"Uhh. Hi dad." I said.

"You gotta be writing, I don't want to see you lose it. You'll get yourself rusty." It sounded just like you'd imagine it'd sound.

"Gee, Dad. I don't know. The thing about writing is you gotta have something to say."

"Eh. If you need some pencils, let me know. I've got plenty."

He makes an okay point. And I figured I spent a good portion of my life ignoring his advice so here ya go. Something was written. Didn't even need a pencil. Hopefully I turn out more KG than Melo. We should all be so lucky.