Despite the fact that tonight sucked, it's the best ever, because the Dane Cook episode of SNL was just on and now there's a Pirate Sketch. Awesome.
On a related note, if you want amazing, coincidental, woah my god story, read on.
So OK, I never knew my real father. His name is Bobby Emerson, and I've never had anything to do with him. Seriously. My mom left him when I was 8 months old, and I've never met him, nor in 25 years has Bobby ever tried to contact me, ever.
Tonight, a kid named Pete Emerson came into Blockbuster. I make the comment that I have the same last name as he does. He asks me where I'm from and I told him I was born in Morehouse Parish, in Bastrop... he mentions that he was too.
So I ask him who his father is, and he says... Bobby Emerson. He's about 20 years old.
So... I may have met my long lost brother from a father I don't give a shit or have no feelings for tonight. Weird.