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This is a photograph I took of my friend Drew. His beard is filled with wisdom.
My Dad, Montreal, September 1982 on a motorcycle trip. Only twenty-three here, but already married four years, and already a father. Makes me wonder sometimes what the hell I’m doing. Don’t think there was ever a time he wasn’t invincible. Nor will there be, and thats why hes my Dad.
Happy Fathers Day Dad.
Love,
Kyle.
Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want by The Smiths.
Cement around my feet is almost dry.
