… heading downtown to go to the movies, when a young punk got on.
She had spiked, multi-colored hair that was green, purple, and orange.
Her clothes were a tattered mix of leather rags, her legs were bare and she was wearing worn-out shoes. Her entire face and body were riddled with pierced jewellery and her earrings were big, bright feathers.
She sat down in the only vacant seat that was directly across from us.
My dad raised an eyebrow and stared at the girl.
Finally, the punk got self-conscious and barked at my dad, “What are you looking at you old fart… didn’t you ever do anything wild when you were young?”
Without missing a beat, my dad replied, “Yeah, back when I was young and in the Navy, I got really drunk one night in Singapore and screwed a parrot…
… I thought maybe you were my daughter.”
