The Blue Board

I think I am the drunk parent nowadays.

My grandmother was an alcoholic and committed suicide.

Sometimes I feel bad for my kids, then I have another beer and forget why I felt bad

Dear god I hope not.

I remember when I was a kid, my dad & grandpa went to the Stagg Bowl every year. Well, they would just get trashed (which is awesome that he got to share that with his dad), and they came home one year and my grandpa could barely walk. He went to the bathroom to take a piss and fell backwards thru the glass shower doors. I remember not knowing what really happened, but now it's a funny memory of my grandpa. Tomorrow will be 21 years ago that my dad died, so Easter will be a little bitter sweet. Miss you dad.

God bless man.