Dad

Some of us have dads, some of us don't.

The good thing about Dad being dead is I save money on Father’s Day gifts.

However, since I have no kids, I get no gifts either. Ain’t life a bitch.

My dad, Thomas Henry Humphreys Jr., was a multi-millionaire. He was the life of the party, smart as nuts, and could play every instrument. He was whimsical and hilarious. He owned seven Rolls Royce cars when I was born. I still remember how they smelled on the inside. Coach leather.

Then the booze got him. The booze gets a lot of dads. He died when I was 21 years old of a broken heart, worn-out liver, and hopeless attitude.

I went to his bank after he died to withdraw all his money.

$318.

I have always wondered what my life would be like if Dad was around to ask questions, get advice, and help me navigate life. Damn, he was smart. I would be a millionaire now if he could have mentored me. That is for sure.

I was always in awe of him. A therapist once told me that 1 in 1000 people have true charm. Dad was one of them. Bill Clinton is one of them. I bet Taylor Swift is too.

Listen Dad, and I know you are listening because of the weird shit that happens when I think about you. Happy Father’s Day you big idiot. I can’t wait to have a conversation with you when we meet again.

Trey