Day 1
Earlier this year my dad was laid off from his job of 22 years. I figured I'd fly out there to see him since he has the free time.
When I arrived at my second home.
The first thing I did was raid his record collection.
ME: Papi! I'm taking this, OK!
Autographed Talking Head:77 album.
My Dad: yeah sure. Go ahead.
ME: I'm taking this too .
Then my sister and I walked the dog & talked shit.
Then we played guitar.
Now that my dad has all this free time he took me his favorite local jazz club to see this african - jazz thing. They're called The Mandingo Ambassadors. I'm not into African Jazz or any of that Fela Kuti stuff but I did shake my ass and had a few non alcoholic beers with my dad.
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