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David Michael Wright, my father.  Today is his birthday and he would have been 57. And without a doubt, I’m sure that, if he were still alive, we would ride in his truck without seat belts and ride around the city on his motorcycle. He’s the most genuine man I have ever encountered. He’s been on the wrong side of the tracks, such as child abuse, gangs, drugs, and alcoholism. And that man triumphed all of that and became the best dad I could have ever asked for. He taught me everything from walking to driving his truck. Not only that but he introduced me to my music taste. Most of the time, when driving around, we listened to Zeppelin, The Animals, George Thorogood, AC/DC, Metallica, and (my favorite) Pink Floyd. I’m sure he enjoyed every minute of our time together as much as me. Fuck, I honestly didn’t expect to be crying right now but I just remembered one day when we were on our way home from school and I just looked at him for the longest time. He looked at him and I told him how much I loved him and I then put my hand on his. Back then I didn’t think that I would be without him. And, well, I don’t think there is anything that can devastate me as much as his death did. And I know for a damn fact that I wouldn’t be in this fucked up situation, and I wouldn’t have gone through all the fucked up shit if he were still around. This is why I don’t believe in that whole, “it was his time to go” bullshit. I choose to believe that he was too fucking awesome for the world. As I come to a closing, I am always proud to know that I have him in me. And I can’t wait for the day to become the kind of person he was.

David Michael Wright, my father.  Today is his birthday and he would have been 57. And without a doubt, I’m sure that, if he were still alive, we would ride in his truck without seat belts and ride around the city on his motorcycle. He’s the most genuine man I have ever encountered. He’s been on the wrong side of the tracks, such as child abuse, gangs, drugs, and alcoholism. And that man triumphed all of that and became the best dad I could have ever asked for. He taught me everything from walking to driving his truck. Not only that but he introduced me to my music taste. Most of the time, when driving around, we listened to Zeppelin, The Animals, George Thorogood, AC/DC, Metallica, and (my favorite) Pink Floyd. I’m sure he enjoyed every minute of our time together as much as me. Fuck, I honestly didn’t expect to be crying right now but I just remembered one day when we were on our way home from school and I just looked at him for the longest time. He looked at him and I told him how much I loved him and I then put my hand on his. Back then I didn’t think that I would be without him. And, well, I don’t think there is anything that can devastate me as much as his death did. And I know for a damn fact that I wouldn’t be in this fucked up situation, and I wouldn’t have gone through all the fucked up shit if he were still around. This is why I don’t believe in that whole, “it was his time to go” bullshit. I choose to believe that he was too fucking awesome for the world. As I come to a closing, I am always proud to know that I have him in me. And I can’t wait for the day to become the kind of person he was.

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