« on: March 21, 2020, 19:51:16 PM »
Name's Warren on account of my ma, she thought it had a nice ring to it, and Callahan 'cause of my dad-- no explanation necessary.
Born and raised in Anchorage, Alaska. I spent most of my life alone with my dad, mom got real tired of us early and just up and left. Dad wasn't a mean type, but he was closed, never mentioned her much and I could tell it still ached and weighed heavy on his heart, even if he never showed it.
He was a bit of a survival nut, apparently, his dad was hard on him, same as his father was and so on, so maybe it's something of a paternal tradition. A whole lot of cold nights braving the wilderness, but I wager I turned out for the better as consequence.
The years I spent in school was a blur, for a place I'd been raised in I couldn't help but feel out of place. Maybe that's why I packed up, can't say dad was too pleased -- but maybe, just maybe I saw relief in his eyes when I said I wanted to make a name for myself. Like he had fatherly pride in my ambition, but the motherly shoes he filled said to be concerned and worried.
I didn't have much to my name, spent most of my money on the flight over.
All I could think about the entire time was how damn tired I was of the cold.
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