Scream, you’re on Google
By the time I turned 12, my brain had learnt to shut out the high-pitched wailing of the Hoseki alarm clock. But never did it conquer Dad’s dynamite double finger snap. Twin THX thunderbolts that reached into the recesses of my ear canal producing tsunamis of sound that effectively killed sleep. I wonder if a professional would attribute my insomnia to this distant, but loud memory.
But never in all those years, did I ever wake up looking like this dude(?!). But then, Dad never screamed at me like a little girl.
October 11th, 2005 at 6:39 pm
somehow doesn’t look very authentic, that expression on his face.
October 11th, 2005 at 7:24 pm
I agree. If he was faking it, then he is the world’s worst actor.