Thursday, April 21, 2011
I was sitting here tonight feeling so bad. Just sad. SF had a bad week in school and lied about it to me. People can say what they want, but I think he is a boy who needs a father figure so desperately. He needs to do guy things and wrassel. I try to entertain him. Sometimes I'm just distracted. I do blame myself. As I'm sitting here tapping this out I notice a few cars slowing down as they drive past my house. I look out the window and see a pile of fluff. Grab the binoculars to see. The neighbor boy is out on the median with his cellphone for light. I walk out. It's a cat. Poor thing didn't stand a chance on this street. Mean streets.