I come by it honestly...
Jan. 28th, 2010 03:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
whiski_sourDad finds a sweater with his old police patches on it.
Dad: I think I'll keep it for when I want to reflect back on my career as I write my memoirs. *pause* That's a load of shit.
Me: I know. You can't write. And no one wants to see your drawings on a cave wall.
Dad: You're right. Besides, I used a ghost writer then anyway.
Dad: I think I'll keep it for when I want to reflect back on my career as I write my memoirs. *pause* That's a load of shit.
Me: I know. You can't write. And no one wants to see your drawings on a cave wall.
Dad: You're right. Besides, I used a ghost writer then anyway.
