J.R. Reed is starting to feel time fly by, and in watching his daughter grow into her teen years, he realizes just how important her memories of him will someday be.
I was at a Memorial Day BBQ with some of my closest friends when “Ira” walked into the backyard. Ira has a thing for cheap malt liquor and generally stumbles into events like this.
Ira is an unemployed, alcoholic father in his early thirties with children by two different women. He rarely works and is supported by his long time girlfriend who isn’t one of the baby mamas.
My friend Steve has three kids who are now grown and have families of their own. Steve’s wife left him with a twelve-year-old, eleven-year-old and nine year-old and we’ve been doing barbecues like this for more than twenty years. We used to do these in his backyard but now the “usual place” is his daughter’s backyard.
Ira grew up across the street from Steve and the short version of the story is that Ira is the stereotypical bad dad. He proved it again Monday....
Via Jack Varnell