Why the feds decided to bust me on that particular night, I'll never know.
Maybe it was the Porschers and the Maseratis in the driveway, my Colombian guest list or the cocaine buffet?
Whatever it was, they were just waiting for me to slip up.
And I did.
hello dad.
You know what, I remember a long time ago, I was about three and a half feet tall, 60 pounds, and 100 percent your son.
Those Saturday mornings with Dad to work, we climbed into that green truck, I think it's the biggest truck in the universe, Dad.
I remember how important our work is, without us, everyone else would die, and I think you are the strongest man in the world.
Remember the home video of mom as a star? Ice cream and football games? tuna fish?
I went back home to California that day and was hunted down by the FBI, and when the agent knelt down to put shoes on me, you said, "You only have shoes for George, you bastard!" Well said, Dad, that's amazing! Do you remember?
Remember that time, you told me money wasn't real?
Well, old man, I'm 42 years old and I'm finally realizing what you've been trying to tell me, after all these years, I finally understand. You are the best, Dad.
I just wish I could do a little more for you, and I wish we had more time.
In any case, I wish you a prosperous spring and a bright future, and I wish you a bright future.
I love you, Dad.
Hello, Dad.
You Know, I remember a lifetime ago, I was about three-and-a-half feet tall, weighting all of 60 pounds, but every inch your son.
Those Saturday mornings going to work with my dad, and we'd climb into that big green truck. I thought that truck was the biggest truck in the universe, Pop.
I remember how important the job we did was. How, if it weren't for us, people would freeze to death.
I thought you were the strongest man in the world.
Remember those home movies when Mom would dress up like Loretta Young? Ice creams and football games? Waino, the Tuna?
Day I left for California, only to come home with the FBI chasing me. That FBI agent, Trout, when he had to get on his knees to put my boots on, you said, "That's where you belong, you son of a bitch . Puttin'on Georgie's boots." That was a good one, Dad. That was really something. You remember that?
And that time you told me that money wasn't real?
Well, old man, I'm 42 years old, and I finally realize, what you were trying to tell me, so many years ago. I finally understand. You're the best, Dad.
I just wish I could've done more for you. I wish we had more time.
Anyway, May the wind always be at your back, and the sun always upon your face, and the winds of destiny to carry you aloft to dance with the stars.
I love you, Dad.
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