"a Flair for the Dramatic..."

Caption: Dad Goes Out.
Dad Gets a Newspaper.
Dad Goes Cruising.
Dad Picks up a Hustler.
No, he didn't.
Maybe he did, I don't really know.
Who knows?
Allison, what happened?
Dad finally responded to my letter.
Oh, my God.
What does he say? "
Dear Al, big week at Fun Home.
A couple of kids from Lock Haven wrapped their car around a tree, and I ended up two eighteen-hour shifts.
Bad for my blood pressure.
Anyway, that's why I've been out of touch for a bit.
Oh, by the way, we got your letter.
Well, kid, talk about a flare for the dramatic!
As far as I see it, the good news is, you're human." What does that mean?
What else would I be? "
You're mother's pretty upset, though, not surprising, I guess, but I'm of the opinion that everyone should experiment." Seriously? "
I can't say, though, that I see the point of putting a label on yourself.
There have been a few times in my life when I thought about taking a stand, but I'm not a hero.
Was that a cop-out?
Maybe so.
It's hard, sometimes, to tell what is really worth it." God, I just.
I'm sorry.
The tone is what I can't stand!
It's so typical, so all-knowing.
He has to be the expert!
Lots of advice and wisdom on things he doesn't know anything about!
I'm gay!
Which means, I'm not like him, and I've never been like him, and he can't deal with that!
He still wants to be the intelectual, broad-minded, liberal Bohemian, but he can't pull it off 'cause he can't deal with me!
And you know what, he never could.
I need more coffee.
Where's Betty?
She went home, Lorna is on now.
Where is your barrette?
Put it back in, it keeps the hair out of your eyes.
So would a crew-cut.
If I see you without it again, I'll whale you.
Go get Lorna, I need coffee.