Alright, I'm going to admit it. As much disrespect and distrust I have for my father, I was watching Seinfield as I was doing my homework and looking up some stuff online. A faint smile played across my lips as Kramer bursted through the door, yelling out some wise-crack that I can't remember at the moment. It sent a rush of memories and emotions through me. My real dad....Jeff....had a poster of Kramer on his door. Jeff was always using his humor, wether it was appropriate or not. He idolized that goofy Seinfield character. When I was younger, he and I would sit together on the couch and watch Seinfield together. We'd laugh...and for that short point in time, he was my daddy, and that's all that mattered. For that brief moment the alcohol, drug addictions, and murderous intentions of my dad seemed to dissapear. Those Seinfield-watching are some of the only happy moments I can recall having with my dad...my long lost father.
I have to say, those TV shows are what kept us together. We'd stay up late and watch "Space Ghost: Coast to Coast" on Cartoon Network. My father was a very talanted artist...he taught me how to draw Zorak.
Cartoons...thank you Tex Avery for making that Wolfie cartoon. I still watch it to this day. Dad always liked that one....I miss him. The way he used to be...before he went into a downhill rage. I miss those carefree cartoon nights. I miss it so much.
 SonicBeauty · Wed Dec 01, 2004 @ 11:53pm · 0 Comments |
