My father was having a hard time with me. I was at the computer, and my relationship with Rumi had totally ended. We were together for about a year and a half. We knew each other for two years. I think our break-up was prologed and tortuous. Because she was a Japanese student, she couldn't just quit school, or leave. But she did break my heart. I told my father, "Fuck it." And he said, "What..?" "Fuck it." I said. "What do you mean, Fuck It..?" He got up. He wasn't drinking. "You had a great future. You were going to school for audio. You had a beautiful girlfriend." "It just didn't work out." "What didn't work out..?" "Me and Rumi." "Not school..? What about your pot-smoking, and depression..?" "That's not really.." He walked downstairs into the basement. I went down after him, because I wanted closure. "You had everything, Brendan." "I guess." I said. "What happened..?" He had his hands on the car, leaning on his TR6. "She cheated on me." "She slept with a 35 year old minister." I got back up the stairs, and left my dad in the silence. * * * * * * * You know how hippie's walk..? With a slight hunch. My dad walked out of his bedroom, with his metal homemade pipe in his hand, and got stoned on the basement steps. "So that's it..?" "You're just gonna smoke..?" He took two hits, I think. - BLS