It is Sunday morning at 8:00 and I am lounging in bed in anticipation of a home cooked breakfast courtesy of my boys. I can smell pancakes and hear the rustling of pans downstairs. Later I plan to travel down to Mass to visit with my Dad although I have no interest in doing so; I do it more out of a sense of a son's obligation.
I will arrive and we will perform the expected hug and backslap ritual but I will feel nothing emotionally. We will chat about his boat and the trips he is planning this year but I could care less. I will just want to be on my way back home.
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Middle-aged, married with 2 kids but feels like he's still 17... Mostly dark musings and commentary on life.
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- Like Kevin Spacey in American Beauty, came alive a few years back and now I am living life. Unlike Kevin Spacey I did not end up with a bullet in my head.
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