23

 

Hey reader. My son gave me the best way to describe how I felt yesterday. Number 23. Like the movie Number 23. Where if you think there's a connection, it will feel like there's a connection. Don't worry reader, there isn't. 

The coin man from him yesterday was a farmer I know. The guy looking for me was the man I helped. Everything is eventual but not this. 

My sons psychotic ex, her brother is working on my house. No lie, I loled. He's a good kid. 

Anyway. Life goes on. Family can go suck eggs. 

Always.

S