i am ready. so ready. when i was growing up, why did i not listen to my father? when he said, ‘buckle down kid, it gets better.’ or how bout when he told me ‘stay in school, you wanna as everyone from now on if they want frys with that?’ i thought i was invinceable… like so many retarded teenagers. now many years later, while i have progressed in my unconsciencously chosen field, i still get to ask people if they want frys with that. lucky me. while restuarnt management has afforded me luxuries that other 9-5 jobs would have not, it has also taken from me one of the most important things i could ever hope to do. spend time with my daughter.
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