Rebelrandall - My View Of The World

Days like this, I love working outside.

Love the old school advertising on some of the buildings here in Cleveland.

Latest and favorite tattoo.

Why So Serious?

Is it weird that the terms "Dad" and "Father" don't mean the same thing to me?

See, my "Dad" knocked my mom up and here I am!

My "Dad" told me to call him back for a lunch date after I told him I tried to kill myself back in 1986, after attending the racist CATHOLIC high school, St. Near Westside.

My sister-in-law dug in through Ancestry. com to find out more about my "Dad" .

Apparently, my "Dad" died in 1987 (my high school graduation year) and I have a whole 'nother family, y'all!

Except they were nervous and questioned why my sister-in-law was speaking on my behalf.

You know what? Fuck you!!! This was painful enough . I didn't want a fucking new family.

I just wanted my "Dad" to know he had grandchildren.

Father...

That name... That TITLE!!!

That is a responsibility no man is granted but each man strives to attain.

Father is all-giving, all-knowing, all-loving, all-protecting.

Being a Father means everything!!

And nothing means more than my children!

Alas...poor Vodka. I knew him, Bourbon. A spirit of infinite jest, of most excellent buzz.

Love this shirt.