i am supposed to go to court at 10 with a client, but i get this call this morning from HPD saying there was a report that our apartment has lead paint in it and they have to test it this morning.
i'm totally waiting for my super catholic friend lupe to see them at lunch today when i meet her and burst into tears like she did in 2001 when she worked here.
my dad would probably rather blow up a freemason's meeting than be at one. he's a total loner and fears group mentality and/or authority. thus his being kicked out of high school and being drafted.
your dad seems alright. id like to sit with him and have a nice chit chat about LIFE, POLITICS, and this type of topics. drinking tea and that. damn i can see it now. vinegar chips, slippers, the lot.