I will never forget the first time I had a beer with my dad. That dude is resilient; I had first had a lot of tension towards him for years, especially in my teens. Now the only problem I have is the fact that I am “paying for my father’s crimes”, as the saying goes, although it affords me the bragging rights for having the single most interesting life I can think of. How did I get to stop disliking him? I had to let go of why I didn’t like him because I was becoming. I have, however, never had a bicycle, so my dad owes me one before he becomes an ancestor. Otherwise, I have a legend to live up to.