Monday, June 2
My social services tantrum wave crashed, and left me floating in a shallow pool of leeches, starfish and plastic swingsets. I might as well enjoy the ride, said the parrot as it was being dragged along by the cat. That's gypsy speak, not me, but you get my drift. A fuck you here, and a fat bitch there, here a fight, there a scream, everywhere a mess mess. So, I took a break to the park with the one non-freaking-out kid, where he apologized for that whole knife deal a couple weeks back. We swang, we teeter-tottered, and we talked about how giving in to the comedy of life is the key to surviving it. Good food helps too.
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