he told me, "son, you gotta go for it, no matter how hard and treacherous the road may be, no matter what you seek, go do it with your two hands and that brain of yours, god gave you those for a reason, don't waste 'em."
That talk stuck with me from that day ten years ago, the last one with him. I promised I would do it, I couldn't promise I'd succeed though, so failing wasn't much of a surprise.
At least he can't see it, I know he'd hold me up to another talk of his, one of those that fills you with shame and voids all your self confidence while making it seem like motivation,
I hated those.
Well I'm off to work now, I don't know when I'll get to write more, but don't miss me too much,
if anyone is reading this...