I’ve been one lucky son of a gun. My dad and I never got along that great when I was younger, buttheads butting heads, a tale as old as time. But now that I’m older I can say unequivocally that my dad is one of the best guys I know. Seriously. I was so lucky to have him growing up and now he’s like one of my friends, but one that knows how to fix a fence or help me replant a pear tree. When I became a dad he told me that all I needed to do was to be a better dad than he was to me. Honestly, I’m not sure I can do that. He’s had my back, kicked me in the butt, held me down, and hoisted me up when I needed it- metaphorically and literally. He’s a great guy and I wouldn’t be where I am without him. Thanks, Pop.
I got crazy lucky with my father-in-law too. Here is a guy that is so mellow and so chill but not afraid, heck, WILLING, to step up to the plate when someone needs to that I am astonished how he has accepted me as his son in law. I’ve been awkward, I’ve been angry, I’ve been scared, I’ve been stupid, I’ve been hateful and hurtful and this guy still welcomes me into his family with open arms. He will help and support you with his time and the sweat off his brow and act like it’s no big deal because to him, it’s not. Seriously, this guy will give you the coat off his back if you need it, and then proceed to help me fix my broken fence. I hope I can grow to be half the men these two guys are. If I do, then I know my wife and daughter will be okay.
Also, my fence broke recently, in case you couldn’t tell.
Want to help me get published along with a bunch of other super cool super talented artists? …Well could you at least pretend to for the sake of this shameless plug? Seriously? Fine, here’s a KICKSTARTER or whatever man. Jeez, pull the football away from a guy why dontcha, Lucy?
I think this relationship might get . . . complicated.