Growing up, my dad always read to me. One of my favorite poems, that will soon hopefully be forever on my ribcage along with my Joan of Arc quote.
When I was little, everyone was reading the Berenstain Bears. No doubt I knew them inside out as well. But my dad always read my favorite, "Trout Fishing in America". I was that girl. My beatnik parents read me Brautigan, I dreamed of being a kool aid wino....wished I lived in Watermelon sugar....and god forbid have wild animals go over my homework while gnawing on my parents appendages. I was lucky, my dad was commissioned by Wharhol and playing football against Akroyd and the Belushi Brothers. When I said Dada, I wasn't refering to him.
avant garde.
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