I obviously dont own any of this, I just love to write.
I'm really just like my father
When I eat spicy food my face gets all red and I sniffle and even sneeze if it's too hot.
During stressful times, I am the one who stays calm and takes action.
I laugh too hard at perverted jokes and I swear when I stub my toe, not because it hurts, but because I wasn't paying enough attention to where i was going.
Honestly when it's cold, I like turtle necks, black ones.
Just like the man that used to hold my hand and walk me through the snow, I like my big black boots.
My voice carries deeply, my laugh hearty, even heartier when I'm drunk.
He always used to say "I'm laughing with you, not at you"
I was never laughing.
He would always call me "goober"
He taught me to never spill my whiskey, to always hold my tequila
His wine always matched his dinner, mine unfortunately tends to match my shirt more then anything lately.
I hated his ever lasting quest for knowledge, a pursuit of discovery, not happiness.
He didn't need a pursuit for happiness though,, somewhere between psychological discussions and traveling alongside his father, he had long ago found it.
I looked back into the past one day and realized long ago I had found it too, my happiness is at the bottom of a bowl of rice or at the midpoint of a cigarette, ashing off the tall bridge behind 32nd street, while smoke floats off into the street lights.
I don't seek the works of the philosophers of generations past, I don't wander the forest with a telescope searching for a glimmer of life in outer space.
I wish I could say, that with all these differences I have no idea why the village constantly calls me by his name.
I think it's finally time to accept what old lady Tsunade drunkenly hollered at me from outside Yakiniku Q's private party room doors.
" You laugh just like that idiot Inoichi used too after too many whiskeys!"
She couldn't even see me. I can't possibly sound like him, I'm a female, my voice is a completely different pitch. Maybe she just knew it was me and said it to push a button.. No.. She's not like that.. I wish I could say it's an isolated incident but in the dead of night when Shikamaru and I waddle home from the bar, every once and a while, one or sometimes even two or three elders we pass by call for us by our fathers names, as if they walk in our shadow.
Or really I guess, we walk in their's.