My namesake is a simple, old man, who wants nobody on his lawn. Every kid that runs by pretending to be Leighton Lee, he demands to get off of his lawn and stop playing on his property. He sits there and is mad all the time, hating the world knowing that no matter how much more he lives, he will never reach the goal he once had of being a professional hockey player. He sits with his legs worn down, seeing that he not only failed to be a great athlete, but he failed to be the type of father and man that he intended to be. He watches his son every single day and sees him do what he never could and sees him live up to the expectations that he has for himself. He hurts every day knowing that being an accountant behind a desk was never what he wanted to do, but he did it anyways. He realized that his life has led up to this moment, which was a moment that wasn't good enough. All this time he realized that he is a sad old man with no drive in life anymore. His name is Leighton Lee Sr., and he hates the thought of knowing the Jr.
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