Thursday, December 3, 2009

Call Me

A father passing by his sons bedroom was astonished to see that his bed was nicely made and everything was picked up.

Then he saw an envelope, propped up prominently on the pillow that was addressed to Dad.

With the worst premonition he opened the envelope with trembling hands and read the letter.

Dear Dad:

It is with great regret and sorrow that Im writing you. I had to elope with my new girlfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with Mom and you. I have been finding real passion with Stacy and she is so nice.

But I knew you would not approve of her because of all her piercings, tattoos, tight motorcycle clothes and the fact that she is much older than I am.

But its not only the passion
Dad shes 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 doesnt really hurt anyone..
Well be growing it for ourselves and trading it with the other people that live nearby for cocaine and ecstasy.

In the meantime we will pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Stacy can get better.

She deserves it.

Dont worry Dad. Im 15 and I know how to take care of myself.

Someday Im sure that we will be back to visit so that you can get to know your grandchildren.

Your Son Cody,

P.S.. Dad, none of the above is true. Im over at Tommys house.
I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the report card thats in my center desk drawer.

I love you.
Call me when its safe to come home.

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