My Dad Started Charging Me $250 a Month for My Room When I Turned 18 — Five Years Later, After His Funeral, His Best Friend Handed Me a Box

He glanced down at my damp laces.

“Those are getting rough.”

“They’re holding together through prayer and warehouse tape.”

Marcus smiled, but his eyes stayed on the shoes.

“There’s more to recording than buying equipment, Daniel.”

“There’s also tuition.

Rent.

Car repairs.