Dear God, Help us all.

I was named after my father's father. I never met him. He passed away a week or 2 ago and, alas, I will embark on some kind of weird soul searching journey to Wisconsin to celebrate his life/mourn his death and maybe catch a glimpse into the life of a man I'm from but will never know. I'm not exactly sure what to think but I'm at least happy for another road trip (photos, family, etc.).

Things have gotten strange around here. Dad's taken a sudden liking to bourbon. He was a scotch man. His weed is higher grade than usual. He's eating from a George Foreman grill. I guess when your father dies from a 90 percent blockage in an artery you have one of the existential "oh fuck" moments. I hope it's not soon for me. His company has been beyond stellar in the last few years.

by and bye.