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growing up it wasTHAT space...
pop had a couple chests full of his war shit
nam

i was enamored

jr high i marched around in viet camo gear,
and up in the attic all the old photos
and movies

he was a 8mill guy,
brought home a box full of movies he shot

grown i asked him why he went,
when id seen the crime

he told me his pop told him when we was drafted if he wanted to go to canada he would help
but he didnt see the reasons

and once there didnt see the crime.

what a duche.

amazing i escaped...

funny story
couple kids up the block my friends

my parents this one year
put all their christmas presents up in the attic

kinda shit i know
but i told them that my dad was santa claus

and i remember the younger shoot back with a nahahh

"if your dad is santa where does he keep his reigndeer???'

the younger took his own life years ago
the older heart attack

im running out of friends...

how could i ever been proud?
how could i ever stand up for that shit
what was wrong with me?