Just saw an old photo – me, 15, in full goth gear. Black velvet coat, even. It was 90 degrees, a heatwave, a REAL scorcher. Every single day, every day I wore it. SWEATED. Why? Why that coat? I remember my dad just looking at me, shaking his head. Now I’m that dad… but I’m freelancing, always chasing the next gig, no benefits, no real plan. What kind of example is that, really? What kind of legacy? I wonder if my kids will look back at me, like I looked at my dad, and just… shake their heads too. It keeps me up. Every night.