Bigg E 💨💨💨🐺🚫

When you get older something weird happens. You don't become your father, but you start understanding why he was always so tired, so quiet, and so irritated by things that made absolutely no sense to you as a kid. That sigh he used to let out before fixing something for the third time? That wasn't anger... it was a man doing mental math on bills, responsibilities, and why the lawn mower always broke right after payday. Back then I thought he was just being dramatic. Now I realize he was carrying the emotional weight of an entire household while pretending everything was "fine" and asking for nothing but maybe five minutes of peace and a decent chair. And now here I am, 43 years old, realizing that if my dad had access to some GG4, he might've survived it all with less back pain and fewer clenched jaws. I finally get why he'd stare at the garage wall like it was a TV... that's what happens when you're overstimulated by life and just need your brain to buffer. These days, I'll take a few pulls, sit quietly, and suddenly I feel him. The patience. The sacrifice. The exhaustion masked as responsibility. I used to think getting high was about escaping. Turns out, sometimes it's about slowing down enough to understand the man who raised you... and forgiving him for being human while doing the hardest job on earth without a manual or any gas to smoke.