Last night there was only me and Dad at home.
It was a good, quiet dinner with a good chat about everything we could muster, seeing as we get to talk maybe only once a week at best.
We talked about how tired I was, and how I was ‘cannot go on like this‘, and ‘cannot go on like this still want to go out at night‘, and ‘you go out at night do what‘, and ‘must be careful go out at night a lot of gangsters‘.
After dinner, we chatted some more, about business, and how I should ‘set up a school teaching people how to gamble‘ because ‘casino coming up‘.
I told Dad that would be the funniest idea, seeing as I don’t gamble, don’t know how to gamble, and won’t even touch playing cards even if we’re not playing for money.
His eyes lit up as he told me, ‘I also! I don’t even know how to play hijack!’
Elvis is safe