Steve
My father died twelve years ago yesterday at age 50 (cancer). We had a very complicated relationship after my parents divorced–which I believe began shortly after this picture was taken, actually–and he continues to have a very powerful influence over the lives of my sister and I. For better or worse, I am an awful lot like him…and the older I get, the more obvious it becomes.
Anyway, he was handsome, no?





sorry for his passing. i wish i had a dad. my real dad's a f___ up. nice portiat!