Daddy Dadaism

Last night I had the most bizarre conversation with my father. I'm still not sure what happened during the phone call, because I think I was transported to an alternate dimension. What I thought was going to be a linear conversation about the logistics of him coming over for Christmas turned into random allusions to the Gila Monster interspersed with Thai epithets. I spent the evening really confused. I suppose I'm used to being confused, but I guess this came at me sideways. My family is really crazy. I'm serious. They're crazy.