The sweet irony of it all, really, is that he held that lottery ticket in his hands for 37 minutes before he sloached down on his chair and died. He had worked 33 years at a job he hated. A job that stole his soul every monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday and half of friday. He’d buy those tickets with dreams in his heart and hemmroids in his ass. He knew no one like him would win … those be dreams for another man who deserved such a thing.
I always picture that being my dad. The guy that wins the lottery only to die soon afterwords. That’s why, when he talks about retirement I squirm in my seat a little bit. What is this old bastard gonna do when he doesn’t have work to do? I mean, I’ve known him all my life – 32 years thus far. I know he enjoys beer – a trait he gave his oldest son (which I’m very greatful for, as of now .. please hold, taking another swig).
I know he likes to look at big breasted bitches on the internet … but you can really only do that for so long at his age. I mean the ticker is rusty, clunky and well, tired. Plus, he really needs a bit more RAM in that machine, if he wants to get the full cyber stripper scene going on.
He loves youtube (a trait i gave him) … mostly of people falling on hand rails and busting there balls – or people jumping out at someone else, scaring the shit out of them. He listens to old music that I’ve never heard of before – those are the golden moments. I love listening to his stories about these songs, about him growing up, about him picking on his little brother Andy …
So retirement is near for the old man.
That’s got to be a scary thing for anyone though, right? I mean, sure it has its perks … like not having to get on your knee’s for the boss man everyday. Or dealing with the work politics … but … the sense of belonging … that’s nice sometimes, no?
I’ll never make it to retirement age. I probably, honestly, have 8 more years of life in me. I eat horribly, drink more than anyone should, and don’t sleep like humans should. They’ve told me that’s a cocktail of bad, a big bowl of no good .. but honestly, i stopped listening after the word cock was uttered. I’m childish that way.
So it’s amazing to me that he’s on this path now. His goal to outlive his dad’s age (70) and to retire to his home, his wife, and his computer chair (and beer). I’m proud of the man.
I’m just scared of what happens next.
