My father was a ponderer.
Well, more of a wonderer actually.
He’d do something that wouldn’t turn out as expected and he’d wonder…
What the hell just happened?
Why’s this shit always happening to me?
What the fuck, am I cursed?
How come the people that say they’re so smart don’t come and help me?
What the fuck, a man gotta get down on his knees for a bit of assistance?
Jesus Christ, why come down on a feller who’s trying?
I got kids to feed here for christ’s sake!
Don’t anyone notice a damn man trying?!
Yep. Old pops did lots of conversing after the fact.
He was a great reflector.
Shining the light of responsibility on everyone else.
Thank you, friend.
Dad, why don’t we…
“DAD NOTHIN! THIS AIN’T WE IT’S ME! AND YOU GUYS ARE HERE TO HELP!”
Now, git helpin!