My Dad Likes The Eagles


Hi everyone,

This week, I have a real conundrum on my hands. Yes, its been lovely weather, yes school is easy now, yes I finally paid back those lone sharks, YES I finally got one marriage proposal. But things inside me are dark. They are so dark.

Last night, I went home, to my Dad’s house. My dad is a true bachelor, he has a spittoon that he won in a spitting contest, and he owns a copy of “Making Divorce Easier On Your Child”, which he did not do. He turned a shelf on his book shelf into a liquor cabinet. He bought a Hawaiian shirt when he went to Hawaii.

I’ve always known my dad was a Dad, but it turns out I didn’t know the extent of this sickness. I came home last night to my dad using his surround sound speakers to play “Take it Easy”, by the Eagles. He was crying. He was sober.

Before I could say anything, he said, “The Eagles are an American rock band formed in Los Angeles in 1971 by Glenn Frey, Don Henley, Bernie Leadon, and Randy Meisner. With five number-one singles, six Grammy Awards, five American Music Awards, and six number one albums, the Eagles were one of the most successful musical acts of the 1970s. At the end of the 20th century, two of their albums, Their Greatest Hits (1971–1975) and Hotel California, were ranked among the 20 best-selling albums in the United States according to the Recording Industry Association of America. Hotel California is ranked 37th in Rolling Stones list of “The 500 Greatest Albums of All Time” and the band was ranked number 75 on the magazine’s 2004 list of the 100 Greatest Artists of All Time.[2]” 

I left and cried in the stairwell. How traumatizing!


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