I woke up to a drunken text from my good ol pops. I haven’t heard from him since October.
“HAPPY mardi gras… please reply. DAD MISS’S U”
1. It’s no longer mardi gras. I’m assuming he was drinking and saw something on tv about it and remembered his daughter was in new orleans.
2. If he missed me so much I don’t understand why he hasn’t bothered to contact me in almost 6 months. Not even a card on Christmas.
3. He can’t spell and doesn’t know proper grammar.
4. I still can’t believe that this person is my father.
