Empty bars in the afternoonBy means of extemporaneous discourse a study of the curiosities and peculiarities of the human condition in its many wicked and wise ways |
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I’ve mentioned in the past of the guilt I feel for not feeling that bad any longer, but now that guilt’s gone. I can see a path in front of me, where I’m the dad I want to be for my kids and I have a purpose here that I can almost touch, and for the first time everything else seems irrelevant and I just want to get a move on and do what I’m here to do. Sure, life is a motherfucker at times, and it hits me just as hard as anyone, but the thought of wallowing in the mire rather than making the most of the little life I have embarasses me more than admitting that I’m twenty four and the one thing I aspire to is to have a kid to care for. I guess I’m one of those people who think things to death and suffer …read more. |
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