Many months have gone by and maybe you know a little about me. Yep, I swear and talk like truck driver, I love boxing, I work sick most of the times, I love to wear grungy clothes when I can, I'm considered one of the guys... and my mother is the single most important thing in my life.
So now I decided to tell you the whole story, so you know how pissed I am at my "father". And I say that word with all the sarcasm in the world.
My dad calls me up (I still curse the day someone gave him my cell phone) and asks to make him a logo. I am dumbfounded. Here is a man who made my mom's life miserable. Mine too. An awful father who cared only about himself. A dead beat dad.
When I was younger, I tried to connect with him to no avail. I called, I visited. It was like it didn't matter. So after a while, I gave up. I am a strong believer that you HAVE to give your 100% to someone, but if that someone doesn't give back, fuck it, leave. Quit now. I did all I could. Have a nice life.
So, 15 years go by. I have a great life with mom. I went to college, had nice grades, started working at advertising, got married, got divorced, started my own business. I made it, and all the help I had was because of my mother. Along the way, I forgot the fact that I had a biological father out there. My stepdad became my dad. He was there for me all the way, including giving me away at my so called wedding. He has been there when I have gotten really sick, when I have been at the operating table he was right there with me until the anesthesia kicked in.
News of my business circles around the father side of the family. That and my cell phone number, I guess. Then, the unthinkable happens. The asshole calls to ask for a logo. Not to ask if I am ok, if I need something, if I want to hang out with him and try to reconnect. Nope, he wants a dumb ass logo for his dumb ass business. And, he details in his email exactly what he wants. By the way, his description of the logo is... anal leakage. The worst idea ever. He wants it in less than a week, please write back and tell him when it is done. Thank you and good bye.
Dumb fuck! I call up my mom. Hey mom, look what the cat dragged in. She goes ballistic. He should leave you alone, can't he understand all that you suffered over years and years? Is he dumb or something? The balls on this man! You made it on your own, with no help from him whatsoever... and now, after almost 18 years of not looking after you he wants a logo? Give me his damn phone, I will scream at him to leave you alone.
No mom, it's ok. I'll just ram my logo brief up my ass and forget that it ever happened. He can't be that dumb to realize that if I don't pick up the phone it's because I don't want to talk with him ever again. Know what she said?
I married the guy. He's dumb. Grrrrrrrrreat.
My dad sucks more than advertising. And I'm not doing the logo. That is my final answer, Regis.