Should the money present itself sometime before my skin starts to sag and become filled with liver spots and scars from melanoma scares, I would like to get a portrait done of my dad. I would most likely choose from these three photos I have, since they are my favorites and make up the entire collection of father photos that I possess.
What a fucking bad-ass: strutting his stuff in front of the grandfather clock kit that he completed, victory cigar in hand; opening a Penthouse puzzle on his birthday; and getting it done in a garden. Well played, BBM1.
- in this case, BBM = big boss man