April 22, 2006
My father came to town, visiting the way fathers do, refusing the guest room because he is up all night and only buttermilk will calm him. He brought three things with him: a giant slab of corned beef, a small archaic fan operated electric keyboard, and a book about fuck machines. My boyfriend immediately ran away with the book. While my father loaded the corned beef into the oven I tried to operate the keyboard, my outlet of choice had no charge and as the keyboard gave me flash backs to failed childhood organ lessons I put the keyboard aside.