When I turned 21, I turned to my dad and asked him if I was old enough to tell him about some of the stupid shit I'd done without him getting all upset. He said, "Sure, lay it on me." So I proudly told him I climbed to the top of the Brooklyn Bridge (by walking up along the main cables) He calmly looked at me for a moment and then said, "Oh yeah? You too?"
Monday, August 17, 2009
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