"So are you coming home for the Big Event?"
"Geez, I don't know. The crowds, the traffic."
"Listen to you, Old Man. "
"Wow. No kidding. Where did that come from?"
"I'm not letting you get away with that."
The Old Man has started to inhabit me. He conjures up words and uses my mouth to speak them.
Stodgy Old Fuck. Stay away from my mouth.
Sometimes it's necessary just to give him a good boot to the ass. So I will be doing that. I will be kicking The Old Man.
And I think I'll grow a fucking beard to mark the occasion. Because The Old Man hates fucking beards.
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