Now its better
The first time I juggled 3 balls, my father was so happy. We had been trying for weeks. I swear I saw that man cry that day. He learned back in Poland in a circus. He only toured with them for 6 months, but he managed to juggle on a tightrope. For him it was theraputic. It calms him down. He never told me how to relieve stress, he taught me to juggle instead. A lot of Dad’s theories and perspective of life came from that circus. When I was twelve, Dad explained sex to me by telling me how elephants mate. He never learned to ride a bicycle, only a unicycle. He thinks that cotton candy and popcorn are the best multivitamins the world has ever known. I love my dad, don’t get me wrong. But the guy is a nutcase. I was researching state hospitals in the area. It turns out that its really expensive to have a person committed these days. I guess I’ll just have to deal with it.
