spent my night in the garage sanding and painting. i feel like i’m turning into my dad more and more everyday. his drinking problem and scary childhood memories gave me that mind set to never become anything like him, but now a days i find i’m happier sleeping, reading, making, or fixing something(s). i never ask for help. i always have to figure out things on my own. i always try to put my best into everything i do and keep my word, just like him. next thing on my list is to change my car breaks. his genes are my genes, i just wish he’d do things that were best for him.