I watch my step father use his well honed skills of thoughtful debate.

Somebody disagreed with him and he had this elegant response.

Jimmy you left your brains in the toilet, I saw the picture, however one important factor you are one of those people that don’t wipe that is why you smell like shit all day long. What a fucking dickhead.

I don’t know exactly what they were arguing about. I also read this rather slowly as this is somebody who raised me.

It’s good to see him fired up about something. I remember when he got just as fired up about having the music on too loud.

That line, what a fucking dickhead is a Berks County literary technique, often used when you have nothing left to say and have to get in the last word.

I hope my kids don’t have bizarre tales of me twenty years from now.

I would love to hear you opinion as well

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.

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