Thursday, November 19, 2009
under cover of darkness
it's never at first light for the bastard.
I gotta make sure I have at least two hours to pace the airport.
so here we are at 10 to 6.
so i can pace the jet brew terminal.
and catch the morning auto gyro to the desert so I can can see my son.
I miss the little guy.
but I miss the little girl and her mom as well.
but the bastard never did seem to draw the "conventional life" card.
who has really?
there are two types of people who have conventional lives.
people that never stuck their necks out.
I just decided that I didn't want to be a liar.
now don't you feel better?
okays, we're passing lefrak city now.