so yeah.



i am a man, now. a small man, but a man none the less, and i wouldn't be half the man i am if it wasn't for my dad.



dad turns fifty-one friday, he's gonna come to the show. i want him to get on stage with us and sing "wild thing" or something...i gotta think of something to get him.

something i only really realized this past year. he's such a young buck, but with such a wide range of experience. the greatest person i know. if i was the kind of person who had heros, he'd be my biggest one. he's been a great role model and father. he's one of the few people i can think of who i would cry for if he died. he's lead this epic life, from growing up in kentucky in the sixties to being a philosopher/teacher/bracero in texas. the whole time, he's been struggling for everything he believes in. life just keeps grinding against him, but he shoulders against it and stands his ground. he's a strong man in many ways: emotionally, physically, intellectually, and spiritually. no one i know has stood by their beliefs as much as he has. no one i know is as honest as he is. no one i know is as good natured as he is. and i don't admire anyone nearly as much as i do him.



happy birthday, dad.