When my dad ran out us, he didn't leave me nothing. Certainly not gravel in my guts or spit in my eye.

That’s what A Boy Named Sue’s dad left him. Also a worn out picture that his mother had and an empty bottle of booze.

When I go to Oregon, how do I approach this man? He paid Mom hardly a dime in child support. He cheated on her when I was 5 and she threw him the fuck out and he didn’t pay dime one. Then, in my late 30s, he reconnects. Wants to put me in his will. He spoke of lawyers and getting documents notarized.

I blew it all off. I probably have more money than he does.

I’m going to Portland, he lives in Klamath Falls. Do I even stop by? He’s looking at 70 now.

As we all will be, if we are lucky.