But is the earth as full as life was full of them?
Full of what? Truly, the earth is full of rocks and minerals, elements and compounds. But as he stood in front of his romantically-minded daughter, he knew that wouldn't fly. You can only sling bullshit so far, my friend, he thought. It isn't too terribly aerodynamic. So he didn't explain at all. He simply grunted - standard Dad speak for, "That's nice, honey" and turned his attention back to his paper.
Paul Newman had died. No more cutting the tops off parking meters. No more "good ideas at the time". "You keep thinkin', Butch - that's what you're good at." The clear, blue eyes staring up at him from the photograph seemed to echo with all those great, quotable movie lines. "What we have hear, is a failure to communicate."
His daughter was back, her over priced Hot Topic clothing making her look sullen and underdressed. As far away from "daddy's little girl" as she could get - without getting a sex change, at any rate. She was saying something, and holding up a set of keys. Probably off to meet her beer-drinking, cigarette-smoking, wannabe-rockstar boyfriend. They would hang out in his basement, smoking pot and dreaming up new ways to piss off their respective parental units.
Paul Newman had died. No more cutting the tops off parking meters. No more "good ideas at the time". "You keep thinkin', Butch - that's what you're good at." The clear, blue eyes staring up at him from the photograph seemed to echo with all those great, quotable movie lines. "What we have hear, is a failure to communicate."
His daughter was back, her over priced Hot Topic clothing making her look sullen and underdressed. As far away from "daddy's little girl" as she could get - without getting a sex change, at any rate. She was saying something, and holding up a set of keys. Probably off to meet her beer-drinking, cigarette-smoking, wannabe-rockstar boyfriend. They would hang out in his basement, smoking pot and dreaming up new ways to piss off their respective parental units.