My father called last night to say hi and see how things were, as he does occasionally, giving rise to the following conversation:

“Saw your latest painting!”

“Oh? Cool.”

“Yeah. It reminded me of “Labyrinth.”

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Aggghh! Jesus!”

“Hahahahahahahha…no, seriously, what’s “Labyrinth?”

I have a cool dad.

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