It's no secret that I am a rather odd character. I wear obnoxious shoes; I talk way too much and tend to do some rather stupid things.
But through all my follies, Mr. Me has been there.
He's been my champion, my supporter and even the buyer of my most ridiculous socks.
With the patience of not so typical male, he answers my repeatedly obscene questions, shows me how to fix a truck and how to plant corn. He also taught me how to do a J slide for fun and how to maneuver a two wheel drive truck through the thickest of mud.
Without his guidance I'd have never learned how to shoot straight, drive straight and think straight.
Because of him, I've grown up in the most important way. He's taught me to not be so bitchy, to accept people for who they are and that not every person who cuts me off in traffic is out to get me personally.
He's one hell of a man and if you ever run into Mr. Me on the street, feel free to shake his hand and tell him he has the patience of a saint for putting up with me.
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