I kid you not.
My father always tells me before I leave the country.
– Son, there’s only one person that can take care of your ass and it’s you. So, take care of your ass. Listen to me, just pay real good care to your ass.
I have the impression he could replace the body part by back, but meh.
I met that weird dude once he was from my hometown, he decided to live the highest mountains of Canada. Mid 40, I felt like he was crazy enough to be a wanderer just like me. A night when the beer was good and the bar full, I asked him:
“I have a question for you.” (People always feel important when you say stuff like that.)
“When do people stop saying: travel while you’re young, it won’t be possible when you’re old like me. I mean when do they stop associating young with travel, I mean what age do I need to be .”
He said to me:
“They never stop. But at some point they just say you’re crazy.”
What a relief that was.
My father once told me; after an argument about if stealing in Walmart was fair or not:
“Son, the one important thing in life is when you wake up will you be able to look at yourself in the mirror.”