I go now to the land that held my father captive for so long... Los Angeles.
I probably won't run away by jumping a freight train to Idaho to become a lumberjack, though.
Though I guess I shouldn't rule anything out.
well if you do, at least remember to write
Not even following in his boxing footsteps.
You got it. Whether it's hobo/boxer, boxer/logger, or logger/hobo, I shall catalog my attempts to connect with dad's past.