In Portugal, it was father's day recently. Oh look! This is my dad.
Show me yours.
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— Spambot
"I could have done worse!" exultantly cried the murderer Lebret, sentenced at Rouen to hard labor for life. — Félix Fénéon
AND HE'S WEARING RIPPED JEANS! My God. I just noticed that. How sad...I think he's 55.
your dad looks slightly stern, but debonair.
"...you want to be truly unselfish? Love someone or die for someone. Those are the only good deeds you can perform without any hope of personal gain."
Show me yours.
Can I be his best friend please? I like the look of him.
I have my dad's chicken legs:
My dad secretly wishes he was a mountain man. It's not a well-kept secret.
There is hope, but not for us.
Tom and Phil your dads are studs, i'd bone em but the others not so much...
I love men who can pull off suspenders. And mountain men? More men should look like this. It's manly! And manly is awesome.
"...you want to be truly unselfish? Love someone or die for someone. Those are the only good deeds you can perform without any hope of personal gain."
Show me yours.
Your dad looks like an awesome man. And very wise.
My dad is awesome! He is a French literature professor at the local university. His father was a war hero in the French resistance against the Nazis, too.
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— Spambot
"I could have done worse!" exultantly cried the murderer Lebret, sentenced at Rouen to hard labor for life. — Félix Fénéon
Phil, you didn't have to tell me any of that. Your fathers eyes said it all.
The most important men in my life:
I dig Lefty. He has a strong jaw, and I like the cut of his jib. And Righty is cool in my book, too. Poor choice of facial hair, but good taste in music.
I wonder what he's saying there. I'm sure he's right, whatever it is.
This photo is about a year old. Righty has changed his facial hair style since then. I chucked at your use of the phrase "cut of his jib"; Lefty is a yachtsman.
Clearly.
I wonder what he's saying there. I'm sure he's right, whatever it is.
You can see he's talking to my brother there on the left...so it was probably about hunting or books on tape.
There is hope, but not for us.
my uncle on the left and my dad on the right. that was the first time i had seen my dad in 3 years. he used to be a clean cut guy now he looks like a damn...i don't know what.
pretty epic pic though
"Everyday takes figuring out all over again how to fuckin live."
This is the only picture I have, or have ever seen for that matter, of my dad. It was taken in early 1981, that's my mom pregnant with me next to him.
haven't seen him since I was two.
Omg, please tell me you were born on a commune.
There is hope, but not for us.
HA! I was thinking the same thing!
"A celibate clergy is an especially good idea, because it tends to suppress any hereditary propensity toward fanaticism." -Carl Sagan
"Am I cruel? Probably. Is she an idiot? Yes." -jane s.
Haha, no. Maybe he would have stuck around if I had been.
My mom met him at a free meal at a church on a big hill in downtown Santa Cruz in 1980. He was flying high on LSD and he saw her across the area barefoot and wearing only a white smock dress, I think the same one as in the picture. Anyway, he apparently fell in love with her at first sight and followed her around all afternoon until it was time to leave, without saying a word.
When she left he, again, followed her down the hill al the way to her car which she was living in at the time, then he said to her "When I first saw you I thought that all that you were is all that you are... then you bring me back to this car full of STUFF!?"
He was a droppout, had had a midlife crisis, left his wife and son and executive job to live on the street and seek enlightenment through LSD and owning nothing.
He convinced her to give up everything she ever owed and they made a camp out of found objects in the redwoods. They had one bowel and one pair of chopsticks between them (forks and spoons were too commercial or somethin) He would read books and when he was finished tear out one random page to keep, say it was all he needed to know the whole story, and redonate the book. He was constantly telling her the one backpack full of items she kept was still to much to own. (see the backpack in the corner of the pic)
After she became pregnant with me eventually she realized she couldn't give birth in the woods in the middle of march, she signed up for welfare and rented a tiny bity one room cabin outside of town on the day she was due to have me. He told her she had chossen to "marry the state" instead of him and left us.
He is the only man my mom has ever really truly loved, she is still in love with him, you can hear it in her voice when she speaks of him. She raised me to adore and love him, never spoke one bad word about him, even the bad things she spun in a way to make you love him. She always said he was comming back to us, and I believed it my entire childhood. One of the saddest moments I have ever had was one night when I was eighteen, I was drifting off to sleep when I suddenly realized I was grown, I had grown up and he never came back.
That is just transcendentally sad.
There is hope, but not for us.
I started crying writing it.
Lovely story
but sadly this line made me laugh
"Everyday takes figuring out all over again how to fuckin live."
Meat Mug Shot.
I like his windbreaker shorts.
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Ugh...what a tool:
That's my dad and his wife. Once he turned 50, he became a biker. Seriously. He hangs out at biker bars and is in a biker gang, and got a bunch of new tattoos (like the top one on his right arm that has his wife's name in it). He lives in Florida and I don't think he has a real job. But I don't know. I haven't spoken to him in like...five years.