A Son
Posted: 18 Mar 2009, 11:55
'Dear, Dad.
It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you.
I had to elope with my new girlfriend because I wanted
to avoid a scene with Mum and you.
I've been finding real passion with Stacy, and she is so nice,
but I knew you would not approve of her,because of all her
piercing's, tattoos, her tight Motorcycle clothes, and
because she is so much older than I am.
But it's not only the passion, Dad.She's pregnant. Stacy said
that we will be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods,
and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. We share
a dream of having many more children.
Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn't,
really hurt anyone. We'll be growing it for ourselves, and
trading it with the other people in the commune, for all
the cocaine and ecstasy we want.
In the meantime, we'll pray that science will find a cure for
AIDS, so Stacy can get better. She sure doesn't deserves it!
Don't worry Dad, I'm 15, and I know how to take care of myself.
Someday, I'm sure we'll be back to visit, so you can get to know
your many grandchildren.
Love, your son, Joshua.
P.S. Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at Jason's house.
I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life
than the school report that's on the kitchen table.
Call when it is safe for me to come home :)
It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you.
I had to elope with my new girlfriend because I wanted
to avoid a scene with Mum and you.
I've been finding real passion with Stacy, and she is so nice,
but I knew you would not approve of her,because of all her
piercing's, tattoos, her tight Motorcycle clothes, and
because she is so much older than I am.
But it's not only the passion, Dad.She's pregnant. Stacy said
that we will be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods,
and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. We share
a dream of having many more children.
Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn't,
really hurt anyone. We'll be growing it for ourselves, and
trading it with the other people in the commune, for all
the cocaine and ecstasy we want.
In the meantime, we'll pray that science will find a cure for
AIDS, so Stacy can get better. She sure doesn't deserves it!
Don't worry Dad, I'm 15, and I know how to take care of myself.
Someday, I'm sure we'll be back to visit, so you can get to know
your many grandchildren.
Love, your son, Joshua.
P.S. Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at Jason's house.
I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life
than the school report that's on the kitchen table.
Call when it is safe for me to come home :)
