No.
But I remember the next morning, getting woken up at about 5:30. ABC News was on, I think the anchor’s name was Frank or Max. And my drunken f**face of a father was yelling at both the TV and my Mother that Carter won. Yep. Wonderful memories.
As an 8 year old I could read the f**king map and saw Carter got his ass reamed. It was reamed raw by Ronaldus Magnus. Of course I was happy and smiled. So did Mom.
I’m planning on going to the cemeteries this week. I’m going to up my game and instead of pissing on “dad’s” grave, which I’ve been known to do, I’m going for the steaming pinched loaf. I already have a meal of prunes and a large can of kidney beans planned to get the bowels moving.
McQueen plagerized that from Charles Foster Kane
Should we infer from this that your relationship with your dad was less than stellar?