I can honestly say, that everything i've done in my life, my dad is still my role model. I still look up to the man. My dad is so pimp it's ridiculous
funny,
TODAY is his birthday. right now. October 10th, 1960.
Dad was grew up in the streets, youngest of 4, from a working / lower class family and not only banged 100's of prime ass, pulled himself out to make it to upper middle class, 3 son's, 1 who is a successful business person, another who is half way through college.
My dad taught me how a man should act, a real man. say what you mean and mean what you say, how to deal with problems and not ***** about them, a woman's proper place in your life and what women except out of a man. Dad daught me the importance of having style and not just throwing on blue jeans/polo shirt, the importance of good credit.
even mom made my dad out to be this evil monster, but truth be told the older i got, the more i sided iwth him, my mom is/was a **** and my dad wasn't going to stick around for the party the rest of his life.
Today my dad is 51 years old, sitting at home with his step daughter and my little brother, with his 36 year old redheaded 6'1 wife, probably getting his knob buffered watching the cowboys, drinking a corona. Cheers to you dad.
What i REALLY like about my dad, is he gets me. I don't have to call him everyday for him to know i love him to death. We might talk 3-4 times a year and we always pick up where we left off. I will probably go home for Christmas, and pop up over his house, and it would be like i never left.
Many of the world's greatest achievers and richest men are actually trying foremost to get the recognition they never got from their dads, even if only subconsciously.
I would be lying if i did not say that one of my driving forces in my life is to stick it to my mom at every waking opportunity. more than money, women, all that.