Sometimes your dad writes poetry.
Sometimes he gets to read it to an audience at a hipster cafe and bar in downtown San Antonio.
Sometimes he writes about jazz.
Sometimes he writes about Keats (and calls him Ki-Ki, to everyone's delight).
Sometimes he writes about you and Steve McQueen. It's mostly about you, though.
Sometimes he reads with his friend Jason. And Jason likes it.
Your dad is cool! I like him, anyway.