The Boys of Summer

Looking back on some of my journal entries, in my paper journal, that is, I’ve come to realise that I’ll never have a good relationship with my father. Which is very sad, because aside from my obvious addictions, I really have a lot in common with my dad. I think he resents me a little because I had a child out of wedlock, and because I’m going back to school to get a degree, that when I do receive it, I will be one step above him in the degree department.

I once thought I could learn a lot from my dad. He bought me this domain. He taught me everything I know about the web. He encouraged me to make the best of my online prescense. But somewhere in the shuffle of life, we drifted apart. He was never really a big part of my life, and with the exception of this coming year as our fourteenth anniversary, I think he regrets not being there for me when I was little.

What brought this on?

I think my dad has found my blog here, based on a local IP and an IP of where he was last noted to work, and that’s fine with me. Read on, dad. I have nothing to hide, and if I did, I wouldn’t try to hide it from a computer genius on the domain they purchased from me.

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