Brookridge Country Club

Gettin Weird Chapter 12.

It’s been six days now that I haven’t had any alcohol to drink and to be honest it is different than I thought it would be. How so? Well, first off, the timing of Dad’s letter arriving and my choosing to give up booze for lent is kind of coincidental, but also related. I’d never have suckered myself into making such a stupid decision to quit if I hadn’t been so upset trying to deal with all the stuff going on about my Dad. But once I did decide, things have been different. What kind of guy walks out on his first family and doesn’t look back? What kind of guy can throw away any feelings of love or responsibility or commitment or even just doing what you promise to do and then, five years later, when he’s dying, he gets all, ‘Hey how’s it goin?’ Obviously, my dad is that kind of guy, and I’m his son, of his blood. What’s that make me?