I had the amazing opportunity to see Miss Saigon today.
For lack of better words, that shit was some heavy dope.
As I left the theatre, I couldn’t help but think of my father.
Never met the guy, but I know that he got drafted into Vietnam twice.
I doubt he ever killed anyone or anything like that, but I do wonder what kind of stupid shit he did there. I mean, I got my stupidity from somewhere, and it wasn’t from Momma Doom. He had to have gotten into shenanigans there, and I’m kind of curious as to what they were. Not that I care enough to actually track them down, but I wonder if he had any war buddies that would know about his experiences…
Thoughts from a day at the theatre
Written by nexus6. Posted at 11:19 pm on May 2nd, 2009
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