parenting is one of life's great equalizers
it is also one of life's great ironies.
you're always told that you're going to grow up to be just like your mother or your father.
and the bastard doesn't know which one he falls more in line with.
because neither of his parents grew up to sit alone in the dark while drinking whiskey and watching anime and complaining to the Internet about the whole lot of it.
my brother would tell me I'm more like my mother because I'm more of a reactionary.
more full of gesture and loud talk over others.
more in you business…because…well I'm in your business.
make your peace with it. the bastard has.
but I was thinking how my own kids will turn out for starters.
you see, the little girl has become an early riser.
a demander of things.
this doesn't sit well with my late night whiskey drinking and truth to tell is the young lady has to start sleeping in more often or shit's gonna go badly
mostly for me.
but on Sunday it was raining.
and the wife and I are in the midst of a big move
with big paperwork
and 350 square feet makes for big cases of cabin fever.
so upon her highness' afternoon nap I explain to the wife that I was going for a walk because if I don't shake off my cabin fever, there was going to be fucking murders.
so I set out into the pour.
which let up actually for my hour outside ( I set a time limit to be fair).
and I went in search for lunch.
now when cabin fever sets in, the solution to what ails me is always comfort food.
you see, by and large, the bastard gave up cigarettes and he doesn't use booze as a crutch.
he uses it as a tasty beverage instead.
so he relies on comfort food to take the blues away.
or the blahs.
or the "I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU ALLs"
so headed to dukes and without a menu I got me blackened chicken sandwich and a dukearita.
because that's what the bastard finds comfortable.
my time on this rock is growing short and I know I can come back any time to enjoy these things
but it won't be the same for me as I can't just roll out of bed in the middle of the night and get a banh mi sammich ( unless of course I find a place that has) from my local spot.
so I'd like to spend this remaining time enjoying these simple things I like about the rock I live on.
clocks a tickin' shiteyes, make the most of your time.