Here's the kind of dad I am: my son is going out with a friend on Saturday while I'm (sadly) at work. I ask him to remind me to give him the money he needs before bed on Friday night, which, because he's just about as tired as I am, he doesn't do. So it's 4:30am on Saturday, I'm groggy, I'm halfway to work, I've got tons of stuff to do by a 7:30am deadline, and he doesn't have the money he needs. What do I do?
That's right. I turned around, went home, and left the money for him. 'Cause that's how I roll.
Observations, rants, and plausible
deniability from a person who refuses
to be a prisoner of his own world.
deniability from a person who refuses
to be a prisoner of his own world.
The Village
I AM WRITING!
My Screenplay -- Draft Three
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On my Kindle 2
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iTunes Radio
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The Honda FCX Clarity
