Post #28…the devil and the CONTRABAND…
AFTER a week or so, I still hadn’t heard from Bridget, so I decided to email Nate, the guy that Danny was supposedly living with. And I got this reply: NATE: Danny is fine. I heard he left Georgia....
View ArticlePost #81 – Interesting what you find under the cat shit…
The banging on my office door rattled me, axing my train of thought. “What the fuck did you do to my room?” Screamed Max, my 20-year-old son, from the doorway. “I was looking for forks,” I said acidly,...
View ArticlePost #133 – Love my merlot and Beck’s Light – but Keep the Ganja away from me!
A couple of days ago, my 22-year-old son, Max, decided to smoke a bowl of weed in his room, which he knows is NOT allowed (i.e....
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