4 Fox Sake

 

I noticed today that I've been saying "For F*ck Sake" a lot.  A Lot.  A LOT!!!  And, honestly, it's annoying the shit outta me. 😒 I don't know when I started saying it, nor how long it's taken for me to realize that I am saying it. 🤨  I do know that it's not something that I've said my entire life, because I do know that I haven't.

If memory serves me...  I believe it was a permanent resident of my dad's vocabulary. 🤔  A truly poetic swearologist, my dad was.  He could lace together a plethora of curse words that sounded as lovely as a Shakespearean sonnet.  I've never heard another person do it like my father could.  If I had to, I'd say Ricky from Trailer Park Boys, is about as close as comes.

Oddly, I've been thinking about my dad a lot, lately.  I've been watching some show on TV about celebrities confronting ghosts that haunted them once upon a time, doing so through psychic Kim Russo.  They, Russo and whatever celebrity is featured that episode, exchange some casual banter, usually involving loved ones who've passed away previous to filming the episode.  I don't know if it's real or not, but the information she reveals is usually bang on accurate.  Real or not, it gets a guy thinking.  If I were in that situation, with someone who has psychic abilities, who would come back to message me or more accurately, who would I not want to hear from?

Of course, I'd welcome anything offered my way.  I'm kind of a mark for that shit, but if it is real and accurate, do I really want to hear how disappointed my dad is in me and the shitty life I've lead?  I live with that regret every day.  I don't need a reminder from beyond the grave. FML.

Could it be?  In thinking about the what ifs and the what was's, I was reminded of all the times I'd disappointed him when he was alive? 🤔 All those times I'd f*ck up and he'd give me that look.  You know that look!  Every son who's f*cked up has seen that look. 😠 My dad would yell, "FOR FUCK SAKE!!!" Followed by a compilation of expletives linked together like the limerick of a deranged psychopath.  It was scary as f*ck when it was happening, sure.  I'll grant ya that, but f*ck me, thinking back, man. When I hear a parent in the next aisle at the grocery store go postal on their annoying kids, I smile and think about my dad. 😊💬

Holy shit. 😲 When I set out to type this blog out, I was just looking for a way to delete the phrase "for f*ck sake" from my vernacular.  Instead I had a psychological breakthrough.  Holy f*ck!! 😄

Ricky (Robb Wells)
Trailer Park Boys

Excellent Swearologist