after reading my father's return letter, it felt as if i'd just finished a hundred games of bombardment. flushed, kinda woozy and like i needed to vomit. but all in a healthy get the demons out way. his handwriting - a mix of uppers and lowers with graffitish es - is nice, and what he had to say was even nicer. and his p.s. indicated a heretofore unknown sense of humor.

so now i'm all what next, and tonight's dedicated to writing him back.