I love my dad. He used to walk around the whole neighborhood and collect old furniture and fix it, like MacGyver with duct tape. One time, he brought a television home. I said, 'Damn, that TV has 500 channels.' When I got older, it didn't have 500 channels - it was a knob from the oven. My favorite channel was 300 degrees.
I love my dad. He used to be a professional wrestler in Mexico. So it was cool growing up with him, because when he hit us, he didn't really hit us.
My dad was one of those dads that would make me stop crying by threatening to beat me.
While everyone else was saying Trick or Treat my dad was telling us to say Triki Tras.
I may not be the best dad but I taught my son how to get free samples at the mall.
