This is the cutest damn kid I've ever seen...who IS he? My god he's so photogenic, he must have an absolutely drop-dead gorgeous mama
What's that? You say he does, but she's talented and only slightly over-bearing also. Good God man!
I must meet this family, provide this child with and opportunity to reach his dreams by giving his mother a job...one where she will write and learn how to do what she already does well, even better.
This child will have all the opportunities as my own children had. His mother will see to it by working hard (from home of course, so she can be there for him as he needs her)
Yes, yes, this family will do fine for my next cultural experiment on welfare demographics.
Bartholomew, go get them...muahahahaha!
The above excerpt is why I don't take naps during the day...evah.
The deal about Oklahoma City being one of the top ten best cities in the United States to live, you know, well that's a bunch of prairie chicken shit.
It doesn't count if your on welfare, single, trying to raise a kid, OH HELL no it doesn't count, not if your a drop out and have no way to get back into school, no no no NO it doesn't count if you really want to work, but the system has set things up so you may the fuck not.
Again, I should not nap...I wake up really cranky.
And speaking of crank, according to the neighbors...you guessed it, I'm living in yet ANOTHER renovated dope house. Sheesh, is this a sign? Am I meant to go back out?
Hey, that's an idea.
"I was doing just fine till I moved into yet another renovated dope house...maybe the fumes from the years of dope cooking were in the paint and the wood floors...it's been seeping into my pores ever since I moved in. Yeah, I know I'm responsible for my own recovery, but I had no mental defenses...it was being absorbed into my skin and I di-int even know it, therefore I cannot be held responsible."
With the way I've been acting lately...it might just be an IMPROVEMENT.
I'm so kidding.
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