a man telling his son he
is going to die
“Your daddy is
going to die Joey. Your daddy is going to die and your are not going
to have a daddy anymore Joey.” I said to my son whose name was
Joey.
“Good,” he said,
“I am very excited. That sounds great to me.”
He began marching
around our living room, mimicking the act of playing a trombone.
“After your mother
killed herself, I began slowly poisoning myself by putting a tiny
amount of arsenic in my tea each morning. From what I understand
about arsenic, I am in the beginning throes of death my boy. Yes,
dear Joey, your daddy is not long for this world.” I said to my
four year old son who stood there in his pajamas, clapping his hands
enthusiastically, chanting:
“No more daddy.”
CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP
“No more daddy.”
CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP
“That’s right
Joey, no more daddy, you’re going to be an orphan buddy, you’re
going to have to learn to fend for yourself, and that is going to be
very hard for you, because you are dimwitted and repulsive to look
at. You are probably going to end up with a terrible, crippling drug
habit if you don’t starve to death first. Your daddy is going to
die, and I am afraid, my son, that there is no hope for you.” I
said to my son as he jumped up and down on the couch, joyously
soaring and cackling saying things like…
“I cannot wait to not
have a daddy.”
“I cannot wait
until you die.”
“No more daddies
forever.”
He was pissing his
pants, and he was pleased as punch, and frankly so was I. Today was
the greatest day that I have ever known. Thank you jesus.
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