The topic of leaving a legacy has come up a lot lately. A legacy – something that will carry our name and values into the future, after our pathetic physical body runs out of heart beats.
The desire for a legacy is tattooed on the ribcage of our DNA. This urge exposes itself the day we get…
Part of me wants your son to call me dad.
Part of me wants to adopt him – lure him in with Dr. Seuss books and abduct him like a child soldier.
Part of me wants to dress him in fatigues and teach him the alphabet.
And when you get out of jail – a part of me want to aim him at you like an AK-47.