Wednesday, May 6, 2009

I had a nightmare last night...


Last night I dreamed that my Mother told me that I was adopted and my Dad wasn't my Father. Not so hard to Psycho Analyze. Even if that were true it wouldn't slow me down for even a second (Pap-pa wasn't my Grandfather by blood, but he was MY Grandfather none the less). I'm afraid of losing my connection to my Dad. Jerry Austin Smith, David Austin Smith. It comes out of your sub-conscious, you can run but you can't hide...


I'm still David...



(but just barely)





















































::sigh::

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