Are why we have the President we do.

I’ve done it. I don’t do it anymore. Makes me sleepy, prematurely. I wish the boy would quit it. I made the mistake of telling him if he was going to do it, do it here, at home. Adult to semi-adult translation… cool, me AND my friends can do it here.

WRONG.

Had a bit of an experience last night night. Room full of “buddies” up in the boy’s room, and the street literally looked like a parking lot. The cloud was thick. Contact buzz to the max. Next time, I’m gonna tell ‘em all if they don’t live here, GTF out. Then I’m gonna tell him, next time, I’m calling the cops, and I’ll let them deal with it next time he and his “buds” hookup in my house. He’s 18 now, skippin’ school still. Granted he has mono, but I can’t help but feel I’m bein’ played.

Bein’ played pisses me off. He might be bigger than me, but now, he’s not a kid anymore and needs to figure out how to pour piss out of a boot with directions written on the heel. When my daughter finally graduated, I got her a laptop. “If” he graduates, I’m gettin’ him luggage. Signed with a card that says “Congratulations son, have a blast in Jamaica mon”…