So as i watched my father cut into the dead gut of an upside down deer and yank out it’s entrails during my childhood he would give good advice. He didn’t even need it, he just enjoyed killing and did not care about the agony he caused.
“Work hard” He’d say.
“Be kind” He’d say.
“Don’t lie” He’d say.
“Don’t cuss” He’d say, that one has to be my favorite.
Alot of people say an awful lot of things and have an awful lot of good advice even while they do awful things it seems.
It’s rediculous and maddening, completely maddening.