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Happy Father's Day, Lou.

First off, nobody cares about Father's Day.  I have two kids and I don't care about Father's Day.

That being said, I owe the men in my life everything that I have.  Like, not more than the women, but still everything if that makes any sense.

My dad wasn't good at it.  Making kids, sure.  Providing a moral compass and the like? Not so much.  He loved us, that was for sure and that is the metaphorical first base and even if your nigga don't get home, you can appreciate him getting on base.

The dude that is most responsible, good or bad, for who I am is Marshall Louis Hayes, Jr.

My Brother was born 8 years before me, in the prime spot for role modeling.  Like chasing the future, he is something I can never catch up to.  I have always been smart, but not as smart as Lou.  I'm strong  but not as strong as Lou, aside from Renaissance fest 2013 when I beasted him and my brother in law in the strength tester (I beasted everybody 3 for 3).

He is smart.  He takes Ls for his wife.  He loves his kids harder than possible and they are better off for it.

My whole life, I just want to be as good as Marshall Louis Hayes, Jr. and I am better for it.

On this Father's day I want to give a shout out to big brothers that did it well, even though they fucked you up in pillow fights.

I love you big brother.  You're a great dad, great role model, and a nigga that used to have a shag.  I hope you banged that big girl after your prom

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