mr clean

My old man didn’t like nothing but cleanly, he shaves his head bald every other day, the only hair on

his face is a thin pencil mustache I once caught him filling in with my mother’s eyeliner.

He always called him-self the second class ariyan race with brown hair and green eyes instead of blond hair and blue eyes. Which is kind like ..c’mon Frank. You’re living in Iowa in 2010, not Nazi germany.

What’s it matter to you?

Anyway, he like himself to be so clean he keeps cotton swabs next to the pictures of his kids in his wallet. I guess big ears like his must get all waxy. Especially when he hooks em up with head phones to listen to Willy Nelson on Friday nights. You see, Friday nights is boys night. He may hit the bottle a little too hard but at least his buddies are there for him. Yeah, they’re good guys alright, they help keep him from washing his hands into raw meat. Dad just can’t seem to feel clean.