They fucked up.

Yup, the Gods of DFO decided to let me write a regular post. There’s no going back now. Like Hunter Thompson wrote, “Buy the ticket, take the ride.”

So what’s this ride about?

Angry Dad is about my experiences as a middle aged father of three living in a world that is full of strippers, heavy drugs, fast cars, and weekends soaked in debauchery. Nah, it’s about the banality of life, the sheer boredom, days bleeding into one another like a PowerPoint deck filled with slides of differing shades of grey.

Good grief, I just made myself sad.

One more try. Angry Dad is the ruminations and observations of JJ Fozz. I want to make it relevant to DFOers of all ages and backgrounds. Read if you want, and comment, and send me nasty emails and suggestions – send me complaints, so I can shoot back emails loaded with words dripping with black, dank ichor. (Look up ichor, dumbfuck, and learn something.)

I want to provide a frame of reference:.

• Age: 47 – where in fuck did the time go? I want to be eternally 24.
• Occupation: Marketing consultant (yes, it’s as bullshit a job as the title implies.)
• Family: Three boys, I call them the Wild Bunch. I love them unconditionally.
• Wife: Yes. She’s a saint with a black belt in busting balls.
• Drink: Bourbon and cheap beer. Occasionally I have one of those sissy craft beers.
• Hobbies: Are you kidding me?
• Team: Ravens – I do not own purple camo shorts.

Tune in next time. I think I’ll write about dipshit sports parents who think their kids are going to college on a scholarship – except their kids suck. And the parents are dipshits.