Reply #74: Hey! Did we have the same father?

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Actually, that'd be impossible since I wasn't born until 61. But I believe we may have experienced some of the same bigotry and racism at home. I can remember one Sunday, my dad had a bbq party for folks at his work. His Asst. Plant Manager was black. Very nice man, with a wonderful family. They were the last to leave that day, and I remember sitting in the back yard listening to my dad and Roscoe (yeah, stereotypical maybe, but that was his name) laugh about work, people, life, and everything else while they were drinking Budweiser like it was water. As we were standing in the driveway waving to them as they left, my dad said something like "I'm sure glad that NI@@ER is gone".

My whole world changed that day.

He's still alive, and I can stand no more than a two day visit to his house before I've had enough of him, his attitudes, his meanness, and bill fucking o'lie-ly.

I've tried, so help me I've tried. I even took my medicinal marijuana perscription with me when I visited last, trying to get him to try it for his pain instead of limpdick's hillbilly heroin. Good thing I did it on the night before we left to come home...

The only thing that makes me anxious about his passing is the fact that I'll be the "Patriarch". I'm not mature enough for that!