Invisible Me

Drunk, broken & wild. Living up to my stereotypes, but without the casino money. Born into a nomadic tribe, our highway hearts forever on a lonely roads. Marked by stubborn pride, doormat launching pad for Lovers. Beta test partners, all my life. Hustlers running their irresistible games, lost in hypnotic foolish blind infatuation. Broken pathetic, begging for scraps, stealing from dark alleys & rotting trashcans. Half empty my entire life. Conjuring false memories of a storied life never lived.

The Decades of emptiness, forever trying to solve a mystery of why "he" left & never looked back. 50 years of a life that he help create, never once hearing a word, silent birthdays & absent celebrations. Devastated to find that he's not real just like Santa Claus. My other franchise siblings telling of Bigfoot like sightings. Where's Waldo fatherhood reminding me every year that my needy thirst for validation was simply a missing peice of my heart. Happy Father's Day wherever you are....Dad