“Yeah, this whole day threw up some tickets, but none I’d ever choose. The sky’s so heavy it hangs like a beer gut; It’s spilling stuff on my shoes. Don’t get me wrong, I ain’t complaining, I’ve still got my leg like a cheap Christmas tree. But if I’ve got faith why am I so scared of everybody dying on me?”
~Tim Rogers
That about sums it up.
Why aren’t I an alcoholic yet?
We left a 1lb bag of M&M’s on the kitchen counter last night. This is akin to leaving a baggie of black tar in a methadone clinic. Unlike our imagined heroin recipients, our kids aren’t balled up on the ground. They are, in fact, bouncing off the walls going bat shit crazy.
We deserve this battery. I just wish it would stop.
