Nov 24 2008
Daddy-Oh
Because he remains himself day in and day out; because he always knows what to do; because he changed my diapers and cleaned up my vomit without question; because he is color blind and thinks purple is green; because he is 48-years-old and still can’t do his own laundry; because of that serious, intimidating, police officer voice that I hear while he’s on the phone; because of the stupid jokes no one but him would come up with; because he actually laughs at those jokes; because of that small bald spot on the back of his head that gave himself the nickname, “Spot”; because every night I hear him scream “Your dead meat!” as he tackles my 7-year-old brother; because that little boy is the only person he is capable of tackling; because he “can’t even open the can”; because he’s been in the police force for over 20 years, and isn’t hardcore enough to get shot; because the only time he’s been shot was in a hunting accident; becuase he wouldn’t let me watch Zena: Warrior Princess as a child; because he follows my mom around of weekends because he has nothing better to do; because he still doesn’t understand a computer; because some crackwhore bitched about him on YouTube for arresting her; because he makes better food than my mom, and would never tell her I said that; because of the wity comebacks; because if you get stuck in a car with him for over 2 hours, he won’t stop talking about Johnny Cash; because the puts up living with three women; because I’ll never be embarassed of him; because I could write another twelve pages about him if I wanted to; because he is a great deal more than an essay. Kevin Cashman was a slim man of medium height with brown hair, but that has flipped a 180. But he is my dad and I love him, not because I’m forced to, not because I’m related to him, just because I do. Oh, and because if you google his name, a picture of him will actually pop up. He’s pretttty popular, no bigg deal.
