Handyman

When I was still little, my father would carry me around on his shoulders every time we went to the grocery store. I was always happy, sitting above everyone else--up high, chewing gum, and happy.

He would ask me, "Are you still chewing your gum?"
"Yes," I would say. If I wasn't, I had swallowed it.

I was that kind of little.

One day at the grocery store, he asked me "Are you still chewing your gum?"

"No," I replied.

Family, and Stuff

Not exactly pictures, but I shot some footage of my dad during one of the workshops that he puts on. It's a style of Filipino martial arts primarily utilizing arnis (or eskrima, to some), but also taking advantage of kicking, grappling & weapons, etc.