An evening on the beach, just me and my boys, captured by my dear friend, Miss Tara Whitney.
I can’t remember exactly how old I was the first and only other time that I went on a cruise. All I recall is that I won a quick $100 bucks, not sure it was legal for me to be playing or if my dad let me pull the handle when no one was looking….
If I weren’t looking out my window at the current gloom or waking up to an alarm before the sun is even shining, I’d damn near think it was summer. This last heat wave in California making us all complain about it not yet being sweater weather and making school days feel like a total…
I still identify with being a traveler and my heart still aches for the same as it did back then. I guess the only difference is that I no longer cringe at the idea of a vacation; leave it to parenthood to make you feel like you’ve earned the right to put your mother fucking…
Willy: beat his record of consecutive days without taking a shower.
Hooper: walked into us tending to Sonny, who had blood all over him and all over us, and said, ‘HOLY SHIT’.
Van: was mad about something and completely disappeared, prompting Willy and I to grow near frantic. He popped out from behind a door upstairs just before we were set to call the police.
Sonny: fell and busted his lip and left our home looking like a murder scene.
Me: got Jimmie water using my feet while flossing my teeth and felt like the ultimate mulittasker and earned the nickname ‘fancy dandy’ from Willy.
Jimmie: cleans up blood just as well as he cleans up discarded food from the highchair.