I’m a grown ass man. That’s my favorite saying. I think I’m pretty tough been through some shit. If you ask anyone who knows me I don’t show much emotion. Today I almost cried by myself in my car. I can count on 1 hand the amount of times I cried in my adult life. Ranging from when my dad died to when the eagles won the fucking super bowl and I picked up my son in pure joy. When my son was born he came out blue, and would cry or respond. I held back my tears and fear to stay strong for his mom. Today I tried to hold it back too but it was tough.

If you know my story, I got really banged up and wrecked my car when my son was about 3 months old. I never had a car seat for him in my own car. I never drove him to school. He has never seen me drive before. He is almost 3. Today I drove him to school, we listened to and old punk mix cd I had from high school and he had a blast. I dropped him off at school and walked out to my car like it was the norm. I sat in the car for about 3 minutes holding back tears of overwhelming joy. Then headed my way off to the gym.

Truthfully I just fed you guys a bunch of bullshit. I cried my ass off. And I’m not afraid to admit It anymore. And if you think I’m soft for doing it and admitting it, I’m 6’3″ 250, you can come find me and call me soft to my face. Lol I’ll tell you damn right I’m soft and I like it and don’t give a fuck what you think.