I was doing so good too.
I almost got it all done and then lost my get up and go.
Oh well. There's always tomorrow to get the last of it done.
The paperwork is what did me in for sure.
Boring, draining, mind numbing crap.
I got this wacky phone call from this wacky lady about some kid who she thinks is one of my sons in the middle of the road throwing grapefruits at cars and stuff.
She kept going on and on and on. I couldn't get a word in at all until I finally just blurted out, "Both of my sons are right here with me watching movies!"
Oh, she says. Someone said he was your child. Well come on over, you can see both my sons sitting here.
Wrong kid lady.
I hate some of the punks in this hood. They will lie about who they are so they don't get in trouble.
I think I know who it is too.
His name is Matthew, same height and coloring as Sebastian, always in trouble. His parents never even know where he is half the time.
4 times this week, his dad has come pounding on my door at 7 pm at night because they can't find him.
Little crap head.
