My Dads a fucking asshole, but I love him nonetheless because I know how important we are to him. He's made me big on common courtesy, and taught me the art of pretending to have money. I'm a very sarcastic person myself and I definitely follow his sarcastic and sometimes crass personality traits. He's also kept me athletic. Flashbacks when I was fucking 3 years old playing baseball in our backyard, and playing catch when I was 9. When I started skating, he'd let me skate downtown. We'd walk to the YMCA and go hoop. I was basically the son he never had haha.
I think my parents divorced when I was either 4 or 5, and boy was it nasty. But I remember moving from our big ol' family house in downtown Dallas to a small 2 bedroom apartment in the suburbs, Irving, Texas... Moms gave us a mattress and I think she was sleeping on the floor. These days we live comfortably with a 3 bedroom house (my sister and I with our own living spaces), we all have our own cars (and fairly nice ones at that), and she'll be seeing her second daughter through college in 2 years. Her ambition is admirable.
My life's been pretty good thus far and I thank them for that.
Mom on the right was a Fox.. swag to the Christmas tree in the back
My dad just looks ridiculous and like the 1970's Ludacris. But he'll tell you right now that he was a bad motherfucker back in the day.
Swag to my parents.
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