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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.

Upwards of 50,000 people liked or reblogged this on tumblr. Guess I struck a note.

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