Collette

My sister Collette was watching TV, just another stupid girl thing. It was blaring terrible pop music, and the acting was horrendous. Some guy named Justin was dating this girl, but two guys asked her out for prom, and Justin didn't. They bickered about it the whole episode. And oh my goood! Like, Becky was such a effing slut! She slept with Jake. Jake, can you believe it.

I never understood why she liked that crap. I'd rather watch hockey. Dad and I bonded over sports all the time, Collette always bitched in the back ground, but when the puck is sliding around like a porn star on their first gig, it gets your adrennaline pumping. The savage cries of the audience, the refferees as strict as my 9th grade french teacher.. It makes you so proud when that dumb piece of plastic gets your team a goal.

My dad always had this rule about making the games "fair for fun's sake." Well, maybe he didn't say fun, but it's the same idea, right? Anyway, he had this crazy long, salt-n-pepper beard. Sometimes on halloween, he'd hide shrunken heads or fake eyeballs and fingers underneath it, then he'd hide under our car and scare the bejesus out of people walking by. But because I don't really have facial hair, he knitted me a beard. I wore it to school on cold days sometimes.

Around 8th grade dad started getting... weird. His back itched a lot. He got aches, pains, just uncomfortable. He never sat still. Collette and I worried a lot about him, so we called a doctor. Niether of us could drive, we would've taken him to the hospital, but untrained/unliscensed drivers and a middle aged, 350 pound guy imagining weird shit on his arms in a car don't mix together too well. He'd been like that not even a week. The doctor got there, and she said he had rabies. Apparently, he had been bitten on the back by a spider or something, and it infected him. I didn't know that the wounds from rabies itch so bad. Mosquito bites freak me out now..

I miss dad.