I wasn’t going to actually write a blahg post tonight, but my idiot asshole upstairs neighbor is blasting his stereo tonight, and the air mattress needs refilling, so instead of sleeping in before going to spend the day with maniac kids happy to see me, I’m forced to stay awake.
So it occurs to me that my first few posts have been both manic and depressive; in terms of tone and content. I’m sorry if this makes you feel uncomfortable. I’m a human being first, and everything else comes second. Except possibly fatherhood…which is a state of being that even as I live it I cannot by any way, shape or form define in terms of language, spoken or written. Writing is a distant second to both. Continue reading So yes, this will be confessional.