WHY PARENTS DRINK
A father passing by his son's bedroom was astonished
to see that his bed was nicely made and everything was picked up. Then he
saw an envelope, propped up prominently on the pillow that was addressed to
"Dad."With the worst premonition, he opened the envelope with trembling
hands and read the letter.
Dear Dad:
It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I had to elope
with my new girlfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with Mom and you.
I have been finding real passion with Stacy and she is so nice. But I knew
you would not approve of her because of all her piercing, tattoos, tight
motorcycle clothes and the fact that she is 25 years older than I am.
But it's not only the passion... Dad, she's pregnant. Stacy said that we
will be very happy. She owns a traile r in the woods and has a stack of
firewood for the whole winter! We share a dream of having many more
children. Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn't
really
hurt anyone. We'll be growing it for ourselves and trading it with the other people that live
nearby for cocaine and ecstasy. In the meantime we will pray that science
will find a cure for AIDS so Stacy can get better. She deserves it.
Don't worry, Dad. I'm 15 and I know how to take care of myself. Someday I'm
sure that we will be back to visit so that you can get to know your grandchildren.
Love, Your son Jeff
P.S. Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at
Tommy's house. Just wanted to remind you that there
are worse things in life than a report card. That is
in my center desk drawer.
> Call me when it's safe to come home.
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