My dad is at probably about 6th grade level.
My father is extremely quick, a sharp mind. He is able to articulate, but not very eloquently, can’t spell really, and or he is self conscious of it and defers to others when writing.
To his credit, he doesn’t really need any of that to live a fulfilling life, but, I wonder what would have changed if his education was better or if he got to grow up in a less broken home. How would that change my life? I’m sure I would be doing something much different than I am now. I’m not sure it even matters.
I’m thankful that my father is a kind soul who doesn’t really seem meant for this world. He taught me many important lessons in life and I wish there were more genuine people like him. Everyone seems to gravitate towards him even tho he is by all accounts an “idiot”. He’s an anarchist in purest form. I’ll miss him when he’s gone, but I carry his spark within me. <3
For Castro is a color, Is a redder than red, Those Washington bullets want Castro dead For Castro is the color… …That will earn you a spray of lead
-Washington Bullets by The Clash, Sandinista!