You can only attend your own funeral so many times before you stop resurrecting for people who never came to mourn. Sometimes the closest ones only arrive to bring another shovel.
What do you bring to the table?
Nothing.
I provide. I plan. I fix what’s broken. I pay the bills on time.
I drive to where they need to be, teach them to stand up straight, to tell the truth and to work hard.
I protect.
I lead.
I don’t quit.
I am the fucking table.
There are plenty of fish in the sea. Yeah, well the last one took my lure and I don’t feel like fishing anymore.
I’m just a man trying to outrun the reputation he gave himself when he was at his lowest point in life...
A dad forced to miss the everyday moments isn't just missing time with his kids.
He's missing the small pieces of their lives that he'll never be able to get back.


