My dad is awesome, can I just say. He’s usually out of town, but when he’s home, and he breaks out the cooking pot, the whole neighborhood, and family want in on it. He built a smoker for himself out of a gas tank, and can smoke like nobody’s business. but he mostly just experiments with it. If he’s got a meatloaf going, you can bet his brother (unofficially adopted) is gonna show up. If he’s got brisket, our grandpa, (also unofficial adopted) is gonna come knocking on the door. and if he’s got the ribs, or pork butt done right, we might be able to convince our grandpa or uncles (biological) to stop their farm work and come hand out.
The trade my dad works isn’t the easies, especially with his physical conditions, but he’s a persistent, and hard worker, and tries his best, even when no one else will. He’s got himself a strong reputation, jobs are practically lining p to hire him. He’s got a lot of old friends, and knows so many bad jokes, and movie references.
He and I are very similar, and he and I butted heads a lot when I was little. This was the cause of a few mental issues I have now, but he’s trying his best, so sue me if I’m not trying my darnest to live up to his legacy.
(alright, now imagine me saying this while stumbling over my words, and slurring everywhere and crying, and you got me at 2am.)
(alright, now imagine me stumbling over my words, and slurring everywhere while crying