I don’t know what to say about this week’s post. It’s supposed to be on what obsession makes me a better person. I’m not that good of a person. I’m quite the asshole, truth be known. There are few things I obsess over anyway. My daughters; my family, and friends; my writing; my music; my work ethic; and Star Wars. I therefore, have little to say.

My daughters are entering the adult portion of their lives. One is in college, the other begins next year. They have an idea of what they want to do with their lives, better than I did at their age. They had both planned on military careers buts thanks to some genetics fuckups from me, that’s not going to happen. I was more devastated than they were. They apparently learned from my journey through hell, to look for alternative routes when faced with an immovable…