For Dad...
Jun. 15th, 2007 06:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jack_babalonI gotta be honest.
I wasn't a good kid. Not by any skretch of the imagination. I really strained the bonds of familial ties at times. Whether it was being called out of work to come down to the Principles office for any number of reasons (forged report card signatures, my 'strangling' a classmate once and of course the throwing of a chair out the window during math class in Summer School... just to name a few), to getting phone calls in the middle of the night from frantic friends who needed them to post my bail after I was arrested at the Mardi Gras, all the way to frequent requests for 'a lil' walking around money' after I had been fired from my third job in a row here in the ATL (know that there is a very, very good reason I will never again work in customer service) my parents were put through the ringer and never loved me any less for the various sordid hi-jinks & shennigans I often found myself embroiled in.
I inherited from both my parents a passion for story telling. From Mom the terse eloquence of Hemingway, from my Dad the epic dreamscapes of Lovecraft. Mom taught me poetry, a kind balanced by an earthy awareness of the world around us that didn't have to sacrifice the raw beauty of the language. Dad, on the other hand, was a historian who could frame the adventures of a Sir Richard Francis Burton into a Jack Kirby comic and always encouraged me to make up my own adventures with Star Wars figures (rather than simply mimicing the movies) and to make up my own superheroes rather than just play out scenes from the latest Avengers or JLA.
So this one is for my Dad. For his patience, for his love and for his imagination that continues to inspire me. Happy Fathers Day!
It was always tough shopping for Dad!
Who could forget the day I told my dad I was going to become a writer!
I was one of those kids who took "eat yourself out of house & home" as a challenge!
I vaguely remember the first time Dad caught me after smoking the "Led Zepplin"!
I wasn't a good kid. Not by any skretch of the imagination. I really strained the bonds of familial ties at times. Whether it was being called out of work to come down to the Principles office for any number of reasons (forged report card signatures, my 'strangling' a classmate once and of course the throwing of a chair out the window during math class in Summer School... just to name a few), to getting phone calls in the middle of the night from frantic friends who needed them to post my bail after I was arrested at the Mardi Gras, all the way to frequent requests for 'a lil' walking around money' after I had been fired from my third job in a row here in the ATL (know that there is a very, very good reason I will never again work in customer service) my parents were put through the ringer and never loved me any less for the various sordid hi-jinks & shennigans I often found myself embroiled in.
I inherited from both my parents a passion for story telling. From Mom the terse eloquence of Hemingway, from my Dad the epic dreamscapes of Lovecraft. Mom taught me poetry, a kind balanced by an earthy awareness of the world around us that didn't have to sacrifice the raw beauty of the language. Dad, on the other hand, was a historian who could frame the adventures of a Sir Richard Francis Burton into a Jack Kirby comic and always encouraged me to make up my own adventures with Star Wars figures (rather than simply mimicing the movies) and to make up my own superheroes rather than just play out scenes from the latest Avengers or JLA.
So this one is for my Dad. For his patience, for his love and for his imagination that continues to inspire me. Happy Fathers Day!
It was always tough shopping for Dad!
Who could forget the day I told my dad I was going to become a writer!
I was one of those kids who took "eat yourself out of house & home" as a challenge!
I vaguely remember the first time Dad caught me after smoking the "Led Zepplin"!
