Kenneth Vast had a foul mouth. He didn’t want it. It was just something he had, like pubic hair or tear ducts. When he put his shoes on, he didn’t say, “I’m putting my shoes on.” He quietly said, “I’m putting my cunting shoes on.” When he took out the trash, he calmly said, “This

**Disclaimer: I am strange, so it makes sense that my father is strange. Strangeness makes for good writing material, but writing about my father’s strangeness and failures as a human should not be construed as disrespect or a lack of love. My father made his mistakes and has his shortcomings like anyone, but I have always