reflections of the way life used to be
I never get to do this anymore; write my thoughts down I mean. I miss it.
My child cometh soon. Dear god. What am I to do? What kind of a world will he be born into?
I want to do all that I can to be a great father and a wonderful example for little Mr. Cletus the Fetus. For those of you who haven't heard we're calling him Oliver Steed (first middle) but we're arguing about the last name. She wants him to have HER last name because it's obvious that Jen and I probably aren't going to "stay together" or anything like that.
Here comes child support payments. Yay.
So, Oliver Steed Mcclure-Morton, tonight's drink it for you, my unborn first-born-to-be son. May your life be free of war and hunger, free of strife and suffering. I know how unrealistic that is, I realize the truth of suffering. I realize.
But my god, Jen and I have created a little dude, a little life...
I wonder how Brandie and little Ms. Grace are doing.....
Sigh.