Every time I see his year of birth, I remember he could have been my dad. Not literally, afaik, my mom never fucked him. Afaik, my mom was a bit of a ho.
But he was only a year ahead of my dad.
Which makes me want to go talk to my teenage self and point that fact out. Like, my dear was seriously not cool. Lemmy is coolness personified. But it wasn’t their age that mattered, despite the way it felt at the time.
Mind you, my dad actually was fucking cool. Cool as hell, but you can’t see that when your dad is being your dad, you know?