Talk about drenching my Carhartt with tears of very hard and
loud laughing, I’ve been doing a short list of movies that have as main actor (or character) Billy Bob Thornton, this
is just one of them, I’m not going to tell you its story, you can read it in
the links I put here and watching the trailer from the Youtube trailer, either
way my vote to both this crazy movie AND to B.B. Thornton is a truckload of
beers (by the
gallons) with my imposition to watch it with a truckload (again)
of good friends, willing and ready to dry up the beer (in the truck) working out their
abdominal muscles like they are lifting many hundreds of pounds while at the
gym.
I’m very happy to say that yesterday afternoon my young
Brent (thoroughbred
Lingiardi) came to my room (prison) somewhat inexpediently and I forgot (surely for my
surprise) to have his help to organize among the 5 Case Logic DVD
folders my DVD movies (about 500) by gender.
My surprise to have my Brent come here to spend some time
with me (real
and only dad) without any fear or concern of any kind had me
completely forget to both take pictures of him for my mother (Brent’s nonna)
and re-organize my DVD movie collection. However, what gave even more joy to me
yesterday was when he told me that Michele (his mamma) still loves me at least as much as I
do (no matter
that my brain is injured).
What I loved the most about Brent telling me of this, is the
way he expressed it, or – like only a true Lingiardi can do – using a very confident
and factual based way to express this concept, I’m really ashamed of myself
for having been under the (false)
impression that my Brent looking very much like his uncle Steve (Michele’s younger brother blond, tall and
skinny) he might take more from the Werney family. It truly matters isn't how you look like, it’s what your
marrow is made of, that can make the person you are and forever will be.
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