My father would womanize, drink.
He would make outrageous claims…
Like he invented the question mark.
Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy…
The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.
– Only two things scare me, and one is nuclear war.
– What’s the other?
– Excuse me?
– What’s the other thing that scares you?
– Carnies. Circus folk.
