Working from home today, I felt that I wasn't taking advantage of the beautiful day outside. Thoughts of my own mortality entered my head and I got to thinking about all the days and opportunities I wasted by isolating myself indoors. So like Bear Fucking Gryllis I packed up my necessary survival gear (laptop, phone, earbuds, sunblock) and moved my operation center 2 feet outside of my back door.
This is living, people. I am at one with nature. Well, for 20 minutes anyway until I got too hot and sweaty and couldn't see my computer screen well enough. Now I admire MILF Nature from a more comfortable vantage point.
Call Me Pants
Friday, June 20, 2014
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
You Can Call Me What You Will
I mean many titles suit me. I'm a father, an adulterer, a good man, possibly a drunkard, and a perennial champion of awesome. What follows are chronicles of a single dad who is trying to dig himself out of a chasm of problems that he himself created. There is likely to be some self-deprecation, some amusing stories, and hopefully some semblance of progress. I do not suggest people follow in my path, but if they find themselves where I am, hopefully they can garner some hope, or at least some laughs.
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