The Little Things Are Huge (that’s what she…)
My dad would be so proud of me right now.
Am I getting married? Nope.
Have I become a success? Nope.
Did I stick up for someone who was being taken advantage of? Nope. Not yet today.
I’m just getting the five thousand mile check up on my car.
He loved this shit.
I’d call him and say, “Hey, I’m just sitting here getting my oil changed.”
And he’d say whatever he’d say and I’d hear him smiling on the other end of the phone.
These are the little things you miss when you lose someone.
Things you thought meant nothing at the time.
Now they mean everything.
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may.
P.S That’s “Munchkin” with me in the photo. We’re chillin together at the Toyota dealer. His mom is some double cane using, decrepit old lady. She’s wearing a Cosby sweater. I feel for her. Right now she’s reading the newspaper. Talking out loud about Trump and Clinton. Trying to get me to take the bait. I won’t. She just said, “We should get Roosevelt back.” Roosevelt turned Jews away during the war who were fleeing Hitler. And now I hear my dad saying, “There’s three sides to every story. Your side, my side and the truth.”