To be an expectant father is to realize your own inadequacies.
The street is lined in red light
and girls with cats in cages.
Stand outside in the frigid, January air.
That’s why teachers are always angry, and why the most successful schools still employ good, old-fashioned paddlin’. Yell some sense into ‘em, preferably with personal insults and condemnations of their overall character.
He gave of himself, and I fear I failed to give back. I strove to be polite and unobtrusive and if not intelligent then at least not stupid. I fear I failed to let him know me, because I did not know myself.
I had all but given up on existing in a sweet-smelling world for the foreseeable future, but then, I remembered something miraculous.
Lilith cries out to God that he made her from filth, so what else did he expect from her? And so it was Lilith I thought of when I realized how bad things had become.
I have flouted obligation, skirted duty, and ignored propriety. I have left things undone.
I’m doing great! Yes, still at the same job. Well! It’s going well. Honduras, yeah. Um, it’s in Central America? Down south?
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