My father is a massive frenchman with a moustash like Magnum P.I rocked in the 80's. He used to be a professional wrestler of some sort in Canada way back in the day, or so I am told. He's also been a welder, mechanic, builder, rigger, engineer... the list is endless. I have one of those dads who can do just about anything.
I've been told some very frightening stories about my fathers fights from several different (albeit drunk/stoned) witness's who remember things as though it were last week and not 1977. It's another matter entirely that these same witness are also likely to be drunk/stoned at any given point in the day and often blank out last week as though it happened in 1977. My father once fought and won against lou ferrigno, the guy who played the hulk back in the olden days.
Once my father lent us his car but before we could take it he unloaded from the trunk:
1 shotgun
1 slingshot and ball bearings (!)
1 baseball bat ("Daddy is that my bat!?")
1 machete (I wish I was kidding)
other items that on their own seem harmless but in my fathers trunk become hauntingly sinister:
a canister of petrol
a blowtorch
duct tape
cable ties (the kind cops use!)
and some homemade moose jerky (!)
I love my daddy!
Hmmmm maybe thats where you wild side came from? Can you tell my dad was a policeman!