My Old Man was essential to getting my new apartment fixed up — sanding, plastering, and painting it. But, then again, he’s always been there for me, has taught me so much that I can take with me anywhere I go, and for that, I’m grateful. He’s a mensch and a helluva father…
This is a clip of him from late in the second day of renovations. He’s working on a part of the wall that was really f**ked-up, and if he hadn’t been there to help with the plastering, I don’t know what I would’ve done.