Super long entry but I’ve made a decision about my life, and that of the boy, in the hopes that our lives will be better in the long run. I suppose only time will tell if I’m right or wrong.
Did manage to get the kid out to some Halloween stuff before everything went fully nuts.
So, I almost died – or at least almost ended up paralyzed – at the last Scenic Fights shoot. Good times. Good times.
My past came to visit me and I went to visit my past, recently. All with pizza.
I got drinks with a buddy of mine while my kid was away and the bartender comped me a lemondrop, which made my head spin, but not how you might think.
My son sang a song to his grandmother. Wanna hear a part of it?
We had our first end-of-year dinner with the investors of Paxibellum, save one, this week. It was so much fun.
I have so many rules because I have an addictive personality.
Such a kick Parental guilt is no joke. On the one hand, I try to be social so that I don’t get burnt out or feel any sort of resentment towards the kid. On the other had, I feel guilty every time I don’t spend a night or day with him. This past weekend, saw …
Had an unexpected night trip to the gym with the boy and Pez the other night and also saw a girl I briefly dated.