GiantRack

Came from a crazy childhood and barely made it off the streets with my soul in tact and my mind still whole. Woke up the hard way, and saw the reality of the destructive lifestyle all around. Like an invading cloud it engulfed all and anyone who once had athletic ability or a bright potential. The structure of society tearing away at the very fabric of our youth. Tattering it to shreds. Once, I escaped the trap that was set to snare all the good in youths. I said fu@k NO, I am not a statistic. I won't fail my own trust in myself. So I got out the ghetto and finally raised up some pup's. That shit made a real, and mature man out of my knuckle head ass. When you have an alpha upbringing it can be difficult to play coy in life. But you live and you learn and you remain free. With freedom you realize...Man, I still have time. Time to express the athletic abilities that I once took for granted. To have a shot at becoming the athlete you had the potential to be all along. It didn't get robbed, you forgot to nurture it. How the fu@k can something grow without nurturing it. This is really for the pups though. So they will have open doors and opportunities to be great men & women. To accomplish goals foremost. Set up those targets in the field and hit them with your best crackshot. Point, shoot, deliver.. Life is time. Time is money. Money solves problems. A man can make money. Money doesn't make a man. Money buys a man. Money can't save your soul. Don't hate. Keep it real. A simple man sticks to the plan. Complex are the rantings of a fool. Be no mans tool. The father always has work.

staying focused, training, growing/raising/hunting food to eat, Teaching other who need to be brought up, Reaching the goals that I set, Doing it right the first time.