My son terrorized me with this photo today, insisting it was a...

My son terrorized me with this photo today, insisting it was a real tat. All blown up on the computer I can see that it is not, but on the little screen of my phone? Not so much.

“Oh my fucking God,” I thought. “He’s finally all squirrely on drugs. I worried about this shit since before he was even born!”

I almost jumped in the truck and went to Portland to collect his ass. “We’ll find a good doctor,” I’d say to him as we drove back home. “You will be unconscious for the whole procedure. Millions of people live full lives as amputees.”

He eventually admitted it was Sharpie.

Whew!

Apparently, him and his band, Fire Nuns, recorded a local Portland tv show today which will air on Father’s Day.

Ok. I can live with that, but you stay away from hooch and slatterns, boy!