Yeah, he said that, I'm sorry. Okay, let's keep it moving. Let me go to the flood now.
All right, this time I'm going to do something I've never done before and give you guys kind of a choice. I'm not going to list the pieces. Do you want something that's like fun, funny, and upbeat? Do you want something that's like deep and meaningful, something romantic? I don't know.
I've got a few, several, like dozens of options. I just heard you want something that's awesome or something that's awesome or something that's more awesome. I don't know.
The flavor of awesome is what I'm looking for. I would pick deep, but I don't know. Nothing.
Sounds like a winner. Yep, sounds like a winner. All right, give me just a second here.
He's got to go deep to get the deep. Oh, my God, that was so funny. Yes.
See, I would have said fun because I'm just like a little kid who likes magic and mystery. No, you just know that it's the Marvin the Martian stories that I was talking about. I don't know.
When I hear that sequel, I've got to sequel to the first one now. I do. He said something deep, though, so I pulled up one that's a little deep.
Oh, he's going even deeper. Wow. Yeah, I mean, some of you guys have probably heard this one before.
It's called Fatherless Son. I grew up with a question mark where my last name should have been. Two shadows on the wall, both labeled father, depending on who was telling the story that day.
One man gave me his first name, the other his last, but neither man's DNA was ever passed. I carried their labels like borrowed skin, learning early that names could be worn without ever being known within. One name whispered like a secret, the other spoken like a threat.
Both carried with certainty. Both carried with holes big enough to fall through. I learned early that truth was flexible in my house.
Answers could change tone depending on the weather. A child could inherit confusion before he ever inherited eye color. I was raised by a stepfather, a man who showed up without my blood in his veins.
