Rants, Non Sense, and the occasional Haiku.
For personal reasons, and not because I don’t know my father. I know my wonderful father.
But because a girl I dated years ago said I had a son, and that was it. When I called her, no answer. When I tried calling her parents, nothing.I got a picture of a beautiful baby boy who had my eyes. Just that, that I had a son.
We broke up over suspicions of infidelity and I never was sure he was indeed my son.
But I’ve always been haunted by the what if. And I’ve still tried to find them to this day…but I hurt to think that he will grow up (assuming he is my son) thinking that I didn’t care, or didn’t love him. His momma and I may have never gotten along but that should never have been an issue.
Keepsake brings my heart to its knees every time.
I’ll probably delete this in the morning.
But every time I listen to handwritten I feel like brian fallon is reaching through my speakers and giving me a hug.
is too intense for its own good.
Just found Handwritten on Demonoid.
So excited about the new Gaslight Anthem album.
In other news…after talking to some family…I think I may actually be ready to do it.
Like, applying for the Tax ID, Getting more wholesale information and doing the damn thing.
I’m excited. And nervous.
Rock and Roll.