i entered the express lane with a handful of Fathers' Day cards and a large case of Dr. Pepper and a bottle of black nail polish; Max in his stroller and me. us against the world pumping gas and cruising wal-mart. i had a card for my uncle, my granddad and Max's uncles and granddad. checker says
"how many dads do you have anyway?"
"none actually."
"how old is you baby?"
"8 weeks."
"you lost the weight fast!"
"i have cancer. will you help me lift this Dr.Pepper?"
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I love the shit outta you.
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