it seems that around 7:30,
the boy and I are excused into the outside world to hang out at the park while my wife puts the baby to bed.
and the bastard is finding,
a few rotten apples withstanding,
that the parklife here in el ay sí is decidedly better than it has been in previous places of residence.
sure mad square park was a goddam mile better than pot deals out in the open in Braddock park but,
there's something about watching your son play tag and tossing a football around in a park with a view of the river and the setting sun on the longest day of the year that says
"you may have chosen wisely for a change shiteyes"