Once, my dad and I were in the car, listening to Eminem of all people. He was singing some song about his daughter, Hailey.
“He really loves that little girl,” I said to him.
“Yeah, but didn’t I read somewhere that he has a song about killing her mom?” my dad (who considered himself “hip” because he read my old issues of The Source).
“Well, how is that healthy then?”
“But he’s a good dad,” I insisted. (Don’t judge me – I was only 12 or 13 at the time.)
“But he’s a horrible husband. That will affect his daughter,” my dad insisted.
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