I think it's funny that apparently the "what's your dad do?" thing transcends. My sister, cousins and I used to joke about bringing home a significant other to my dad's side of the family. They're very blue-color, straightforward folk. I love them, but invariably during the first five minutes of conversation the question "so what's your dad do?" comes up. You could lay money on it. I was just watching an episode of the Sopranos where that happened, and it reminded me of it. That's all.
On a side note, I somehow fucked up my hand - it hurts to type. This will create an interesting impedement to work, motorcycling and guitar playing all at once. You take your hands for granted I guess.
On a side note, I somehow fucked up my hand - it hurts to type. This will create an interesting impedement to work, motorcycling and guitar playing all at once. You take your hands for granted I guess.