I have this gift I got from my Dad - it's not a gift from God - it's the ability to just string a massive amount of swear words together in a way that's like poetry - in fact, it's probably not even the gift, I was just exposed to certain strings of expletives so often that they can come to me naturally.

Tonight I was driving home and the rig was finally starting to get warm, and of course, I said to my self, "Of course you're getting warmer now, you pig-fucking whore" 

And it kinda hit me....I don't want to be the guy that people was afraid of sometimes, or the guy who lost his temper - I want to be the guy who in his later years was the grandpa who was loved, and sober, and stuff.

But as I was in that car, I realized what had happened.  I was missing him so much, that if I said that, or went off on a string like that, it was like he was still around - like I was hearing him again or something.

That was just a thought I had tonight and I had no other place to put it so I am putting it here