Been thinking

Walking around and staring out the bus windows at the shops and everyone flapping in the wind like crows and I'm not scared for him, or really sad, or that jittery and upset...what comes to pass will pass whether I like it or not.

If anything, I'm sad, slightly pissed, beating my metaphorical fists against the figurative drum of the sky, wishing I had a different dad. It was kind of a waste--I mean, it's rare in life that fate squishes you into close proximity with another human being for a period of many, many years...and, well, I guess you should just expect that the two people sharing said patch of ground would have done more for each other, found out more, shared more and influenced more than my dad and I ever did, a pale drop of dadness as far as essences go.