Love Dad

I'm pretty fortunate bros.

I somehow bagged a babe I don't deserve. I ain't even putting myself down, this chick is way too awesome for me. Lucky is a thunderstatement brosephs. 

Today is Jules' bday, and while you might not know her personally, nor will you ever know her personally because Fuck you bro, I wanted to send her a lil' SYFFAL shout out because birthday.

Jules has blessed me with three amazingly insane children, and while I realize we're extremely lucky that all of our children are healthy as hell, I consider myself the luckiest fucker out of all five of us because I was chosen as the donor for said children, by said wifey. I ain't even foolin' you fools, this family shit is magic....

I was 15 when Moshe died.

When I think about my sophomore year in high school, I don't remember dances or concerts or anything like that, I remember that weird feeling I had like everyone around me was dying. I went to nine funerals that year. Two friends died of medical reasons, three committed suicide, two family members passed away, and two were killed by gunfire in the town where I grew up. While every single one of those people could earn a dozen pages in the story of my life, the one that I still think about most often happened today, February 17th, but back in 1995.

Let me back this thang up a second. I was a perpetually grounded teenager. I spent my time outside of school (or in the bathroom inside of the school) either playing my guitar, reading Michael Creighton...