I was a boy when people asked me…
“What do you want to be when you grow up?”
Unafraid I thought. “I don’t know.” I answered.
I just wanted people to stop hitting me. I just didn’t want to be afraid all the time.
I grew tall and people asked me.
“Why are you so angry? Why do you drink so much?”
“I don’t know. ” I lied.
I am 58 years old and I am a father and I know what I want. To teach her and show her love and support her and be her friend… and paint and make films.
“I will tell story.” said I.