My old man died 29 years ago today. 29 years and I'm fighting though it again today. Flashbacks suck.
I've lived well more than half my life without the guy. He wasn't a great man. He was physical. He tuned me up. He was a mathematician blinded by catholicism and irish guilt.
I've lived well more than half my life without the guy. He wasn't a great man. He was physical. He tuned me up. He was a mathematician blinded by catholicism and irish guilt.