

I have so many stark lasting memories of my dad, good and bad it’s hard to pick the one with the greatest impact.
Maybe the time I watched him have an allergic reaction to an ssri that ended in 6 cops beating him unconscious and dragging him to jail.
Maybe the time he unprompted pulled $800 out of his wallet and handed it to the lady at the laundry mat who was stressed about paying her rent that month.
Maybe the time my friends and I showed up at 2am with bath salts and he did a little toot with us.
Maybe the time he sat with me in the kitchen until the wee hours of the night playing chess while I cried about being broken up with for the first time.
Early internet for me was internet on cd that came in the mail, AIM chat, flash games, dedicated creepypasta sites, pics of boobs that loaded one line of pixels at a time, and getting kicked off so mom could use the phone.
Obligatory- https://youtu.be/gsNaR6FRuO0