you know, i'll never forget the best advice i've ever heard. i was playing little league baseball. i was in third grade. i always struck out. i was left fielder. or right. whatever the bad one is. i wasn't friends with any of the kids. i was there because my dad liked baseball, and god dammit, his kid was going to too. nevermind that'd i'd rather be at home playing Sonic the Hedgehog or reading. no, you go out there and run.
one time, i did hit the ball. i did. i fucking hit it really far, too.
so i was kind of in awe. i forgot to run. and i hear my dad on the side.
i'll never forget it.
"Run, Kevin, Run! Run like ya stole something!"
and i live by those words.
that was the relationship i would have with my father for years. vague statements that i took way out of context. i used to think he was just crazy. i think maybe he was perfectly sane, and i was just skewwing everything he said to my own agenda.
-K
one time, i did hit the ball. i did. i fucking hit it really far, too.
so i was kind of in awe. i forgot to run. and i hear my dad on the side.
i'll never forget it.
"Run, Kevin, Run! Run like ya stole something!"
and i live by those words.
that was the relationship i would have with my father for years. vague statements that i took way out of context. i used to think he was just crazy. i think maybe he was perfectly sane, and i was just skewwing everything he said to my own agenda.
-K