58.08) If you tell your story, you own it. If you don't, if you keep it hidden, it owns you.
I never used to talk to anybody about Pop much. I still don't. He was my father, I mean, that was it. He wasn't a great father. Hell he was a lousy father. Sure he could play pool but his parenting skills? I learnt two things form him. Timing, when to duck and never to hit a kid. Yeah, great teacher my father was. But I never talked about him. All the time I had his voice in my head telling me what a loser I was.
That changed when I told Fraser. Me and Benny were stranded out in the wilderness. Fraser had a head injury, he was really ill. He was weak and had a head injury. We had to eat bugs and we didn't have much water until we found the river. All the time I told him I'd gone camping before, I knew what I was doing. I didn't have any idea what I was doing. It was Fraser who helped us out of there even when he was blind and couldn't walk. See, I never went camping with my father.
I wanted to. I even got some sticks to make a fire. It was just in our backyard. My mother gave me her best sheets and I made a tent with them, I spent hours waiting for my father to come but he never did. He was too busy shooting pool. Some nights I'd find him on the streets, he wouldn't come home for dinner because he'd been out partying with the boys.
I never told any of this to anyone until I met Fraser. I mean his father so so different, it's not like we had a lot in common but his father was never there and so was mine, I just found it easy to talk to Benny about Pop, about the little things. I told Fraser about my Dad playing pool, I think Benny figured out the stuff I didn't say.
I told him about going camping. I told him the whole story about Pop and the tent and wanting to start a fire. Fraser gave me a reason to stand up to that voice in my head. I did it too, I actually did it. I haven't had any trouble with Pop saying I'm a loser for a long time now. I finally told somebody about him. Now I feel like it doesn't matter who he was or what he was, I'm my own person. I just had to wait for the right friend to have somebody to tell that story to.
Muse: Ray Vecchio
Fandom: due South
Words: 431
That changed when I told Fraser. Me and Benny were stranded out in the wilderness. Fraser had a head injury, he was really ill. He was weak and had a head injury. We had to eat bugs and we didn't have much water until we found the river. All the time I told him I'd gone camping before, I knew what I was doing. I didn't have any idea what I was doing. It was Fraser who helped us out of there even when he was blind and couldn't walk. See, I never went camping with my father.
I wanted to. I even got some sticks to make a fire. It was just in our backyard. My mother gave me her best sheets and I made a tent with them, I spent hours waiting for my father to come but he never did. He was too busy shooting pool. Some nights I'd find him on the streets, he wouldn't come home for dinner because he'd been out partying with the boys.
I never told any of this to anyone until I met Fraser. I mean his father so so different, it's not like we had a lot in common but his father was never there and so was mine, I just found it easy to talk to Benny about Pop, about the little things. I told Fraser about my Dad playing pool, I think Benny figured out the stuff I didn't say.
I told him about going camping. I told him the whole story about Pop and the tent and wanting to start a fire. Fraser gave me a reason to stand up to that voice in my head. I did it too, I actually did it. I haven't had any trouble with Pop saying I'm a loser for a long time now. I finally told somebody about him. Now I feel like it doesn't matter who he was or what he was, I'm my own person. I just had to wait for the right friend to have somebody to tell that story to.
Muse: Ray Vecchio
Fandom: due South
Words: 431