Snapshot

My son, just now as he walked out while flipping me off: You can just die, you ducking cunt. My phone censored this, not I.

Treading water

I don’t have much to write, or maybe I have too much. In any case I can’t.   in fact, I’m not sure what the hell I’m doing writing this,  except as usual I feel compelled to write or do something.  I use this space as a really cheap (really bad) therapist at times.  Tonight is […]