Until the age of 7, I thought my father was a movie star. He left the house every day wearing a tuxedo and whistling, and he returned every night with pockets full of money. He was a waiter. Not the kind who keeps a screenplay in his sock drawer, but a career waiter, right down to his collection of satin cummerbunds.
From This Episode:Charred and Scruffed
Published:May 31st, 2013