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.