The biggest thing that stands out in my head is the artistic aspect of myself. You see, my father dabbled in art in his youth. He painted, drew and even did photography. I can still remember seeing some of his cool sketches for the first time. It really inspired me to take up the pad and pencil and pour my own mind out into visual form. I used to watch him paint landscapes under the loving guidance of Bob Ross (or his awesome German stand in who's name I forget) on TV. I never got much into painting, but again it inspired me to try my hand in all forms of art. I honestly would never have became an artist without the creative spark he lit inside me.
Some might snicker about it but my bravado, outgoing personality and lovable charm are also definitely from my father. At times, pops might be goofy and kind of cheesy with his wit and humor, but he's always the life of the party. That's actually pretty awesome as it keeps me from being socially retarded or uncomfortable in any setting. I can spark up a conversation with damn near anyone and that's really important for a freelance photographer who's occasionally trying to dig up clients. Plus the innate ability to make people laugh, even if they are laughing at you, is a good thing to have. Everyone needs to smile more.
I learned to fight and be buck wild due to my pops and the Garcia side. I took up nunchucks as a result of watching him practice with his. My love of pool and beer has got to be a result of him. Hell, all the ways to be a rough and tumbling man's man came from his lead. I probably even gained my odd fascination for suspenders from my daddy-o too.
All in all, Lawrence Dean Garcia, thank you. Every time I watch Terminator, drink Miller or hear Bad Company, Foreigner or Boston, I'll tip my hat to you.
I love you pops.
Yep, that's me as a wee little boy and my father.
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