It is the 20th of July, 1969 and the day man kind has always been destined for has finally come. I just wish you were here to see it dad. The family and I are having a barbecue, we have got our deck chairs out, we bought some fireworks from Jimbo’s and all is well. Waiting for the big show is hard though, I cant help but to think of you and that day you took me outside with your gun. You cocked it, pointed at the sky and said “one day we’ll blow it up son”. At the time I was dumb, I didn’t understand why, so I asked you and you said “because we fucking can”. But I still couldn’t see the point, until your next magic words “What? You wanna fuckin walk on it or something?”. It hit, the beauty of it, the majesty, the genius that is blowing up the moon. I have no idea what I was thinking back in the day, it is so obvious to me now that I couldn’t possibly think anything else. And now here I am, 1969, welcome to the future; getting high and watching the sky fall down. I will let you know how it goes dad, wish you were here to watch this, the height of human achievement.