JG Melon

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I had a ticket to the Suicidal Tendencies reunion show, and I couldn’t make it. I had to get dinner and drinks with a big investor in town who, if all goes well, will get this company off my hands. The things we have to do when wer’re adults. I can feel 16-Year-Old-Me kicking myself.

I put the ticket on BilletXChange and blindly made the transaction before the leaving the office. Dinner was at Kean’s steakhouse. I glanced at my emails during the meal.

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I was unpleasantly shocked to see that I had sold my Suicidal Tendencies reunion show ticket to my 67-year-old father.

A lot of things ran through my head as I stared at my phone. I held my wineglass frozen at my mouth, pre-sip position. Arnold Centaurion. That’s my father all [email protected] his email. This is him. How did this happen? On BilletXChange, I go by ticketmidget, and I’m not a midget. There’s no way he knew that it was me.

Was this just a crazy coincidence? How long did my dad listen to punk music? Is his account hacked? Iis he hiding this from mom? All these questions that I couldn’t answer bounced around in me while Mr. Pei raises his voice to get my attention. He’s annoyed.

I saw my dad the following weekend when we get dinner with my cousin who was visiting. We ate at JG Melon for lunch. I asked my dad how his week was. He just shrugged his shoulders, with an expression that always says “What do you want me to say?” We ate our meal, he sipped his beer, and he never mentioned Suicidal Tendencies.