I think I’m like my father. I also pray he doesn’t read
this. But sometimes I think my sense of reality and fantasy are warped into
one. Its funny that my father was not very instrumental in my life but the
little I know about him sometimes I feel like I’m looking into a mirror. Of the brief time that we lived together
this is what I remember. I remember that he always had these big ideas. Not impossible
ideas just BIG ideas. Ideas that would actually work if given the perfect
execution and then just like that he seemed easily bored with it and was on to
another GREAT idea . Sweet baby Jesus tell me this is a gift and not a curse.
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