From The Bag Of Tricks: An Ode To Father's Day

Hard to believe it has been 25 years to the day since I've seen your strong, expressive face. And nary a sunset passes where I don't think about what we once had, and achingly long to again smell that healthy, apricot-scented mane of yours.

But I know that you're in a better place now, enjoying a golden, sun-drenched forever.

Please page me if you ever drive through Phoenix. Hi to that skank Darlene and also to Little Mike.

Filial Piety,
Denny DelVecchio