it is 9:30 am and i have slept through the nite, finally, and on the cd player the grateful dead are singing about the high life as my 11 month old son is sleeping in his playpen, every three to five minutes i check on him to make sure he is alright and there he is, sleeping on his little knees, one arm around mr. bear, a binkie hanging precariously from his lips and i know i am truly blessed.... after all the years of self-abuse, the booze, the drugs, the bad relationships, i have finally found happiness, two years time, clean and sober, 20 months of married bliss, 11 months of being a father the way my father was to me.... i haven't changed that much, i still smoke, usually too much, i'm still opiniated, usually to a fault, i still root for the underdog cause no one ever thought i would have made it out of hell alive.... but i did... and for that, i am truly blessed.....
Reason for writing:
growing old and growing up..
Birth sign: Libra
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