If you saw my RedBull documentary, you probably know the big memory that's fucking with me this morning. No need to rehash. But yeah. I'm triggered with memories.
Being a rape victim makes being a father to a boy SO MUCH HARDER. I'm sensitive to EVERYTHING said, EVERYTHING is an allusion, EVERYONE is tougher. And kids nowadays are super cruel. I can teach him how to box, but I fight dirty. I can take him to a gun range, but I fear that he will one day turn it on himself (if not me first). I can give him advice on the ladies, but I suck at relationships. All I can do is explain myself and hope he understands one day.
OH! And then, there's music.
Check out Prodigal[.], my take on Lupe Fiasco's "The Cool" album. Basically, Michael Young History comes back from the dead to attend his son (of whom he's never met; he died before he was born)'s graduation. I personally sent it to Lupe. He knows why. I would further explain, but The Devil is in the details.
#comma
