• justsomeguy@lemmy.world
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    6 hours ago

    All day every day. My dad was a construction worker and would only have a use for books if he needed to start a fire. I won’t try to bend the three braincells that somehow survived a lifetime of alcoholism into shape.

    On his tombstone it shall say “he died as he lived, an idiot.”