madatalice

went to the river today. Read "A perfect day for banannafish." really bizarre. Spent time with the best friend. Somewhat productive I suppose.
After arguing with my dad for a couple hours I left the house and came home. The phone was ringing. I heard him yell "get the phone" so I did. No big deal. I look over at him and he is slouched backwards in his chair, guitar hanging over him, with his eyes kind of rolling back into his head. I hang up on the telemarketer and go over to him. I dissconnect his guitar and place it in the case. He gets up with a lurch and ambles into the kitchen to throw up. Vertigo got the best of him again. Seeing my parents in a reduced state scares the shit out of me. Then I have to think about the fact that they are only people and will not be around forever. Somehow it makes me question why I suck back so many cigarettes every day.
Other than the blatant mortality of my father smacking me in the face, today was mediocre to alright. Sticking close to home tonight.