10.7.25

I did my time may have been ominous if he hadnt had to repeat himself
                                                                  Yanever even dipped a toe in
Anya know why

    Because you had boys
Ya letem skate
                  Boys will be boys

 

What do you mean you did your time?


Man ignoring the obvious   The overt distinct fuckindifference

Careful careful, seem to be getting’ a little hot under the collar, brother.

Ja  Why
         Woudnt if we havent returned to this againanagain  Yathink youre blameless

I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Thas damning

I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Some kind of refrain

Refrain?
Repetition

Song  Poetry
                Cuz youre doin nothing but singin a tired old bit

You answer me an . .
. . Youll answer me  Yawont   Havent before
                                                   Ya shrug but shrugging explains nuthin
I did my time

My girls high school involvement was nuts
                                             I supported them seven years They were asya know in AP classes honor classes student government three sport athletes

    Tha happens for no one if their parents don have their backs  Werent committed

I shoudve been committed

Seven years gonesnapped his finger sharply

Girls

Boys

That’s not true. I coached when I could.

Coud

That’s what I said.

Coud aint a commitment
                           Committed theres no excusenot a fuckinone for not showingup

I showed

I was committed to my girls
                               We were committed

You  Laissez-faire
                     Minimal intervention  markets operating with little or no regulation
Sounds like you
                  Together with your wife

    Betcha feel good getting’ that off your chest.

he laughed
              For the umpteenth time
You absorb nothing

I get your laissez-faireness

Unfortunate I have to explain overanover

                                                 I did my time

Sunday afternoon,  6  7. 25
1340,  Thursday – ffuull Buck moon,  10  7. 25

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