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Except you'll run away to Alaska and work on a fishing boat. You'll totally be out of the vegetarian thing. Or maybe you'll become that kind that eats fish.
And Christmas will be ruined. Thank God for that. Your mom will finally get out of the housewife thing. She'll say she never wanted grandkids anyway. She'll turn lesbian and your dad will be way too sad and will stop bowling.
That's it, that's all the change your dad can do. Sorry, that's life. It's like what that one guy said. Sometimes life doesn't make sense.
Next thing I'll do, after I cut off my hair and get all enlightened and shit, I'll send you transcendental messages and you'll pause right in the middle of gutting some big ol' fish. And you'll think about me. But you won't be mad, like you are all the time now. You'll think I was great and you'll still love me and we'll have this enlightened transcendental star- crossed lovers thing.
And we'll never hook up with anyone else because we'll never know love like we have with each other. Except we can only see the love after we've left. See?
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