To the man who's only ever really once been angry enough with me that I steer clear of the house for three days (note to others: do not take your mother's car traydrifting and then leave the evidence in the trunk), the man who somehow knows where to find every little thing in his disorganized organized garage, the man who audibly protests every time I ask for help with my car but actually thoroughly enjoys the Father/Son time, the one who can macgyver anything out of anything to make anything (which has saved my ass on numerous occasions), the man who's relationship with his eldest son (that's me, duh) is pretty unconventional by most people's standards (he doesn't call me son - he calls me Pussbucket, I don't call him Dad - I call him Jackass), the man who's more of a best friend than a Father (unless I give him a reason to be a Father, which let's be real, never happens because I'm an angel)..
Thank you for supporting me no matter what I do. Thank you for all your help with my car, and thank you for being you.
I love you, old man. Happy Fathers Day.
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