A father passing by his son’s bedroom, was astonished to see the bed was nicely made, and everything was picked up. Then, he saw an envelope, propped up prominently on the pillow. It was addressed, “Dad.” With the worst premonition, he opened the envelope and read the letter, with trembling hands…
“Dear, Dad. It is with great regret and
sorrow that I’m writing you. I had to elope with my new girlfriend,
because I wanted to avoid a scene with Mum and you.
I’ve been
finding real passion with Stacy, and she is so nice, but I knew you
would not approve of her because of her piercings, tattoos, tight
motorcycle clothes, and because she is so much older than I am.
But
it’s not only the passion, Dad. She’s pregnant. Stacy said that we will
be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods, and has a stack of
firewood for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more
children.
Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana
doesn’t really hurt anyone. We’ll be growing it for ourselves, and
trading it with the other people in the commune, for all the cocaine and
ecstasy we want.
In the meantime, we’ll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS, so Stacy can get better. She sure deserves it!
Don’t
worry, Dad. I’m 15, and I know how to take care of myself. Someday, I’m
sure we’ll be back to visit, so you can get to know your many
grandchildren.
Love, your son, Joshua.
P.S. Dad, none of the
above is true. I’m over at Jason’s house. I just wanted to remind you
that there are worse things in life than the school report that’s on the
kitchen table. Call when it is safe for me to come home!