My Stepdad used to exclusively give me Green Bay Packers gifts for birthdays and holidays. I assume this was because of my gender paired with his Wisconsin upbringing. The thing is, I don’t really care for sports. At all. I get it though. At the beginning of our relationship, he's really trying to bond with me and what not. 9/10 times dudes are into sports. I just ain't one of them. I would take these gifts from my Stepdad and ironically scatter them throughout my apartment until I got sick of people saying, "You are Packers fan? You always talk about Chicago/Wear Chicago teams/etc.” I have nothing against the Packers, or any Wisconsin teams for that matter. But, I always have and always will blindly support all Chicago sport teams due to the fact that a) I grew up there b) I grew up with a Father who loves sports and all Chicago teams c) Chicago sports reminds me of home, beer and pizza… arguably my three favorite things in the world.
Anyway, eventually my Stepdad caught onto the fact that I don’t like sports. So, recently he sent me a dog skull. A Doberman’s skull to be exact. Ya know, because I like horror films. You can imagine my reaction when a box showed up in the mail containing a skull…. Partly stoked and partly scared. I keep the skull on my balcony in attempt to scare away the evil cat that lives next door. On a valley night like tonight, you can really see how the skull ties the patio together.