Jack of All Trades

While I will admit that he has a bit of a temper on him, I don't think my sister is entirely right. My Pops is a bit of a handful. But then again, so are we. Between a wannabe thug for a brother and a reclusive daughter and an overly talkative son(me) there's really no getting around being a little off sometimes. I know as a child I gave them trouble. Always flying off the handle with teachers and authority figures. But it's only because they had always encouraged me to speak my mind. Perhaps to a fault. Maybe it was already in my nature to talk. Who knows? All I know is my Dad is a really good guy. And every time I think I have him figured out he does something truly remarkable. Sometimes he's so cool I have to look at him twice. Seems like a lot of times in our house we really do make him out to be a bad guy, but say nothing of all the really great things he does. I mean the guy picked up several odd jobs and started working nights so that we could keep on having food on the table and smart phones with way too high bills. Lord knows I don't really function well without my Blackberry. That's why I wrote that song last year for my dad. "Gotta Have My Pops." I remember actually crying while writing it because he really gets a bad rap sometimes and no one says anything. We were never really raised to wear all of our emotions on our sleeves and I think we all suffered a little bit for that. It led to us all leading very private lives. Not that that is anyone's fault, but it just meant at the end of it all someone was getting a raw end of the deal. Well here's the repost of his song. And for every time I haven't said it: Pop--Daddy, despite our differences and our hot-headed similarities you're always a rock for this family. I love you.

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