Never Sent That Text

I want to laugh at this feeling.

I really haven't missed you all that much.

"When r u going 2 come over?" "I don't know, Dad."

That was if I replied at all.

How do you convince yourself to like somebody? Well, I guess you don't really have to. You don't even really have to love them.

I wanted to like him. But he made it really hard. NASCAR and too much garlic--it wasn't even fresh. And Giada and Paula and the Barefoot Contessa.

He used the word "fag," More than too much.

There were a few times I remember I didn't hate him.

"Dad, my friend and I smoked weed yesterday." "Did you like it?" "I did."

"Don't go too fast, okay, Daddy?" "HayDawn, don't worry."

"Dad, can I drive?" "Let's find an empty parking lot."

And now I kind of like Billy Joel. Isn't that strange? Dad's ringtone, ironically enough "Only the Good Die Young," came on while I took a shower today.

Danica Patrick was on Chopped last night and all I wanted to do was text my dad.

So, yeah. It's too bad you missed it.