this morning #665.

this morning, as the kids packed their bags, he was already texting his crew to see who was down for some day drinking, hoping to get the party started as soon as possible after their mom picked them up. it wasn’t that he didn’t love his children. it was more that he valued his freedom & after what they’d put him through this week, that need for freedom was more intense than usual. he needed to be free from being needed for a weekend. he was a pendulum swinging between authority & debauchery. luckily, he had friends who loved meeting him on one side of that swing. by noon, he & dirty pete would be bathed in red light, feeding dollars to topless women in between swigs of bud.