Last night, I'm outside typing my entry, and a guy walks past with his
family. Turning to his son he says, "take a good look, Jacob. Take a
good look. That's you in 40 years."
Divorced and bitter?
No, he's looking at my handheld typing device--probably thought it
was a video game. I was a little self-conscious at first, but then I
looked at dad. If he's under fifty, he's lived at least thirty years
really hard. He's on his second trophy wife, who appears to be on her
second set of breasts.
Is he the real role-model here? Sure, I know, I'm judging him the
same way he judged me, but I'm better at it. He thinks I'm fifty.
I have my insecurities, but I don't look 50!
And thinking things through Jacob, If you're going to have to wait
forty years to be someone (since Dad's not going to let you be you),
I'm not a bad person to be.
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