Picture of my son in his first apartment. He graduated high...

Picture of my son in his first apartment.

He graduated high school 4 years ago today. The following day, I moved out and left town, leaving him behind and essentially homeless. He was cool with it, though. He lived in this box (haha), then a shed (seriously). Finally, someone took pity on him and gave him a bedroom. He then moved in with members of his band and eventually they all cobbled together enough money to go to Portland, Oregon, where they still are, living in a big 5-bedroom house and playing shows just about weekly now–and for money.

I know you love your kid and stuff, but don’t overdo it. That’s my advice. They might surprise you. I know mine has surprised me. Every time I get a text from him I’m like “Well, I’ll be. The little shit’s still alive!”