Lawyers, Guns...& Family

I’m about half way through this book.  I found it when we were going through all of my dad’s stuff after he died, and I, being the bookworm of the family, was told to keep all of his books if I wanted them.My dad loved and borderline idolized Warren Zevon, and now I know why.  I wish I had been more familiar with Zevon’s work while my father was still alive, so then we could have discussed it and listened to it together, picking apart the music and lyrics as musical families tend to do.I see now why Pop loved him, because he was a crazy genius.  My father had similar traits.  It’s actually getting hard to read this book, because it’s making me think about my father and his life.  My dad was the guitar-playing womanizer, the man who could have had the world in his hands if he had the ability to make better decisions, the alcoholic who, deep down, denied his problem until the very end.  But he was still my Pops, and the things he held dear I carry with me now.  
I just finished this book. I found it when we were going through all of my dad’s stuff after he died, and I, being the bookworm of the family, was told to keep all of his books if I wanted them.
My dad loved and borderline idolized Warren Zevon, and now I know why. I wish I had been more familiar with Zevon’s work while my father was still alive, so then we could have discussed it and listened to it together, picking apart the music and lyrics as musical families tend to do.
I see now why Pop loved him, because he was a crazy genius. My father had similar traits. The further I got into the book, the more difficult it became to read, because it made me think about my father and his life. My dad was the guitar-playing womanizer, the man who could have had the world in his hands if he had the ability to make better decisions, the alcoholic who, deep down, denied his problem until the very end. But he was still my Pops, and the things he held dear I carry with me now.

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