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It’s weird, my dad is becoming one of my best friends. We share a lot of similarities: depression, nightmares, anxiety. We’ve been through a lot of similar experiences, like struggling with alcohol and cigarettes. Hell! We even share a taste in music sometimes. My dad likes VNV nation, he likes “Hurt” and a few other songs. The music he really likes I can get into also. There is this one mariachi song that my dad likes a lot: it is about losing your friends over time. I don’t understand all the words but the general tone and the fact its actually a bit different than normal mariachi songs clings to me. Good times… good times.