COVID-19. It is in the forefront of everyone's minds and its effects are being felt in the homes of millions and each passing day it seems to come up with new ways to change the lives we thought we had control of. However as the weeks go by and social distancing begins to separate the lives of individuals a collective ring is being felt in the global consciousness of meme-hood. The bois aren’t being tucked into bed.
I look on my past and see the anger of a mother that abandoned us, and a father that didn't really teach the lessons I was looking for, the lessons I needed. A father that was emotional, but never in a good way. A father with stories that were violent and never really about the good he created. I can only remember stories of high school fights and girls, and well, us and my mother. The way he acted was always with authority, but with a smile. He was a people person and he pushed those ideas onto me. Being able to talk on the phone, talking with family and friends, but really I never knew how. I was awkward—well, I sort of fell into it.