I got into a nasty brawl with some punk from the neighborhood. He was older, built like a damn tank. Things escalated fast, and fists flew. I staggered home—lip smashed to hell, blood soaking through my shirt like a war wound.

My old man took one look at me and grunted:
- Toughen up, kid. Real men don’t cry.

Then he just fucked off to watch TV. After that day, I never called for him, no matter how deep the shit got.

Now he’s 60, diabetes is eating him alive, his leg’s rotting to shit, and he’s blowing up my phone every damn day. And I’m standing here, clueless on how to deal with this wreck of a man.

👍 - Step up. He’s your blood.
😐 - Stay cold. Keep your distance.
😢 - Throw it back at him. Let him figure his own mess out.
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