happy father’s day (belated)
i didn’t necessarily see a lot of my dad growing up. he wasn’t a deadbeat or anything; far from it. he worked the second shift (2:30 - 10:30) at the local corrugated paper plant, meaning i was in bed by the time he got home. during the week, the most i probably saw him was the five-minute car ride from our house to school. i’m not resentful, not in any way. his back-breaking labor allowed me to go to a expensive college, and has allowed me to have a job where i make money while sitting, vs. sweating, like he does.


