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After reviewing, I realized that there are two fathers I know that cause me to think "Wow, they are fucking badass."
Zaskey's dad was a machine gunner in Vietnam. The average life of a machine gunner in battle in Vietnam is 8 seconds. You averagely saw battle for 8 seconds. His dad lived through the entire war I guess. That man certainly pulled his weight in that statistic. I'm sure there are dozens of other badass things about Alexander Zaskey, but you really don't need to go any further than that. Vietnam was a fucking scary war, and he was in arguably the scariest position.
My dad is the other father who I recognize as badass. 20 years of working in a factory without missing a day. Approximately 4 people die every year in his factory. It's 120 degrees in the building on the coldest winter days. While it takes your average team of 4 to repair a giant $500,000 machine about 4 hours, it takes my dad alone about 30 minutes because he's not a pussy who's afraid of melted plastic burning him. That's also normal. About once per hour you get burned with red hot melted plastic and you can't wipe it because it'll only burn more skin. You just have to let it burn you until it stops burning. 70 hours a week [now that he has cut back on his work schedule]. When we were really tight for money, he worked 85 hours a week just at this factory job, then he'd get a few hours of sleep and work at his friend's Landscaping business. He did that for about 7 hours a day, 6 days a week. On top of working as a bad mother fucker in a factory. Every week. For half a year. Excuse me while I marvel at averaging less than 6 hours a day to eat, sleep, and get to and from work. Yep, he pulled in $120K that year, so we could afford to have 3 hockey players and a dancer, my mom could go to school, pay all the bills, and move. We moved that year too. Every now and then, there's an on the job accident, like when he fell through a catwalk and had a dime-sized hole in his shin going straight to the bone, and he would get home from work, unwrap all the hockey tape around it, pour peroxide in it, put antiseptic in it, wrap his shin up in hockey tape, go to sleep for almost 3 hours, then unwrap it, reclean it, rewrap it, and go work for 12 hours, etc. The cycle goes on. He didn't miss an hour of work when that happened. Or when he got in a car accident and his truck was folded in half on the highway when some asshole plowed into him. Or when he was doing yardwork and the chainsaw broke and slashed his thigh open. Yeah, he didn't miss an hour of work then either. The man is fucking badass.
Zaskey's dad was a machine gunner in Vietnam. The average life of a machine gunner in battle in Vietnam is 8 seconds. You averagely saw battle for 8 seconds. His dad lived through the entire war I guess. That man certainly pulled his weight in that statistic. I'm sure there are dozens of other badass things about Alexander Zaskey, but you really don't need to go any further than that. Vietnam was a fucking scary war, and he was in arguably the scariest position.
My dad is the other father who I recognize as badass. 20 years of working in a factory without missing a day. Approximately 4 people die every year in his factory. It's 120 degrees in the building on the coldest winter days. While it takes your average team of 4 to repair a giant $500,000 machine about 4 hours, it takes my dad alone about 30 minutes because he's not a pussy who's afraid of melted plastic burning him. That's also normal. About once per hour you get burned with red hot melted plastic and you can't wipe it because it'll only burn more skin. You just have to let it burn you until it stops burning. 70 hours a week [now that he has cut back on his work schedule]. When we were really tight for money, he worked 85 hours a week just at this factory job, then he'd get a few hours of sleep and work at his friend's Landscaping business. He did that for about 7 hours a day, 6 days a week. On top of working as a bad mother fucker in a factory. Every week. For half a year. Excuse me while I marvel at averaging less than 6 hours a day to eat, sleep, and get to and from work. Yep, he pulled in $120K that year, so we could afford to have 3 hockey players and a dancer, my mom could go to school, pay all the bills, and move. We moved that year too. Every now and then, there's an on the job accident, like when he fell through a catwalk and had a dime-sized hole in his shin going straight to the bone, and he would get home from work, unwrap all the hockey tape around it, pour peroxide in it, put antiseptic in it, wrap his shin up in hockey tape, go to sleep for almost 3 hours, then unwrap it, reclean it, rewrap it, and go work for 12 hours, etc. The cycle goes on. He didn't miss an hour of work when that happened. Or when he got in a car accident and his truck was folded in half on the highway when some asshole plowed into him. Or when he was doing yardwork and the chainsaw broke and slashed his thigh open. Yeah, he didn't miss an hour of work then either. The man is fucking badass.