So I got a lot of gifts last night, all of them special, but this one in particular has a lot of meaning to it. I have an aunt, uncle, and 3 cousins who live down south in NC. They used to live up here, and I helped raise the girls, they’re so beautiful. My uncle is the hardest working man I know, he currently owns the second largest residential development construction company in NC as of 2011, and possibly #1 by mid 2012. He is the greatest father and husband there has ever been, I look up to him so much. I don’t see them really ever, but I call every other month to say hi because I’m really partial to them, especially uncle Dave who married into the family, he has lived a really interesting life and maybe some day I’ll write a long entry on him.

So I digress.

I open his gift to me and find this heavy son of a bitch in a brown box, not wrapped, not padded, no shipping peanuts, no note or card, just the wrench. So traditionally we call them and thank them for the gifts, so when I get to talk to uncle Dave this morning, here is the conversation I have.

(blabbered on with the happy holiday pleasantries)

Me: So a wrench huh?

Dave: Haha yeah, is it to small, I could get a bigger one!

Me: Dave, if you got me a larger wrench, I’d need a scabbard for my back so I would carry it around like like a bastard sword. Why a fucking wrench? I’m grateful but I’m just confused.

Dave: Max, you’re going to be 25 in a month or 2, what I gave you is something a man like yourself should always have on hand. You’ve always been the bright one, always up for life, just like me. You know I went through some crazy stuff in my early teens all the way up till I met you aunt in our 30s, and like me I know you get in trouble, I know you say shit and mouth off and that’s fine, a man can act like that, but a man needs atleast one tool to fix something, and here it is. Your mom said you tour with a band and they have a van, which is just like you, and you can use this to fix the van if something breaks. The world is a fucked up place and you’re traveling the roads and you’re going to run into trouble and meet bad people, and that wrench fixes problems you understand? Until you get a family like mine, your friends are your family and that van is your house, its you’re responsibility to fix the house and defend your family, you fucking got me Max?

Me: Yes. I miss you.

Dave: I miss you too, if you’re ever in NC, you and your friends have a warm dry place to sleep, food, and a hot shower. Come visit. Be good Max, I’m really proud of you.

Me: Thank You. I love you Dave.

Dave: I love you too bud.



So I guess I’m a man now. Merry Christmas everyone. Love your family and friends, protect them.

So I got a lot of gifts last night, all of them special, but this one in particular has a lot of meaning to it. I have an aunt, uncle, and 3 cousins who live down south in NC. They used to live up here, and I helped raise the girls, they’re so beautiful. My uncle is the hardest working man I know, he currently owns the second largest residential development construction company in NC as of 2011, and possibly #1 by mid 2012. He is the greatest father and husband there has ever been, I look up to him so much. I don’t see them really ever, but I call every other month to say hi because I’m really partial to them, especially uncle Dave who married into the family, he has lived a really interesting life and maybe some day I’ll write a long entry on him.

So I digress.

I open his gift to me and find this heavy son of a bitch in a brown box, not wrapped, not padded, no shipping peanuts, no note or card, just the wrench. So traditionally we call them and thank them for the gifts, so when I get to talk to uncle Dave this morning, here is the conversation I have.

(blabbered on with the happy holiday pleasantries)

Me: So a wrench huh?

Dave: Haha yeah, is it to small, I could get a bigger one!

Me: Dave, if you got me a larger wrench, I’d need a scabbard for my back so I would carry it around like like a bastard sword. Why a fucking wrench? I’m grateful but I’m just confused.

Dave: Max, you’re going to be 25 in a month or 2, what I gave you is something a man like yourself should always have on hand. You’ve always been the bright one, always up for life, just like me. You know I went through some crazy stuff in my early teens all the way up till I met you aunt in our 30s, and like me I know you get in trouble, I know you say shit and mouth off and that’s fine, a man can act like that, but a man needs atleast one tool to fix something, and here it is. Your mom said you tour with a band and they have a van, which is just like you, and you can use this to fix the van if something breaks. The world is a fucked up place and you’re traveling the roads and you’re going to run into trouble and meet bad people, and that wrench fixes problems you understand? Until you get a family like mine, your friends are your family and that van is your house, its you’re responsibility to fix the house and defend your family, you fucking got me Max?

Me: Yes. I miss you.

Dave: I miss you too, if you’re ever in NC, you and your friends have a warm dry place to sleep, food, and a hot shower. Come visit. Be good Max, I’m really proud of you.

Me: Thank You. I love you Dave.

Dave: I love you too bud.

So I guess I’m a man now. Merry Christmas everyone. Love your family and friends, protect them.