Although my dad and I never saw eye to eye most of the time, I was a daddy’s girl, and still am (sorry ma). So, I’m gonna have to say him, because after all, I am told I’m just like him (thanks ma). He influenced everything; from my work ethic, my short temper, to my sense of humor… He wasn’t always the nicest person, and he was never scared to get his point across. One. Way. Or. The. Other… Usually in the form of ass whippins. But, I always understood not to do that shit again. I definitely picked up some of his parenting habits too. Lord help little Liam… I like to pick and carry on… Just like my dad did with us… He loves it now, but probably won’t for long. My dad always loved laughing at other people’s expense, and I’m not gonna lie, I do too. My dad also fed into my love of the zombie at an early age. He also loved to scare the shit out of us… I remember the first time I saw “Night of the Living Dead.” Afterwards, my dad got up and announced he was going to bed, then looked right at me and said, “That movie is based on true events.” I watched out the window all night for zombies…. So, I like to blame my anxiety and intermitten paranoia on him too. He taught me a lot of things as well: how to hunt, how to change a tire, pour concrete, build shit, etc. I will always cherish those moments, even if it did feel like a chore at the time. My dad is my biggest influence. Who’s yours?