My father hasn’t been the man I thought he was since I formed that opinion of him. And the opinion I formed was highly informed by the relative lack of information I had when I was young.

I created a person that not only no longer exists… I don’t believe he ever existed. My philosophical, embattled, and creative father may have existed. But that view of him is so marred by his many flaws that created so many harms for the rest of my family to overcome.

But he’s still around. Not only casting water all over the flame of his memory in my mind… But quite literally setting fire to other family members’ lives.

I got the poltergeist blues, woaaahhh, the poltergeist blues.