Re-invading Normandy, Part I: What Do You Mean We're Not Near an Ocean?

And there it is. Seven years' worth of blood, sweat, and Jameson have finally opened the door to my father's heart. I've been accepted to medical school. Now I just have to not fail out, pass the boards, all the while keeping my liver at least 50% intact. Then my father HAS to love me, right? RIGHT?

I came home on that Friday at around midnight, exhausted after taking my weekend guest on Gordo's The District Walking and Face-Stuffing Tour Experience: The Ride, Now in 4-D. My mail slot was still crammed with junk because neither of my roommates had been at home that day, presumably off doing actual adult things that required responsibility and pants-wearing.