this morning #961.

this morning, my son was trying to show me something ridiculous on his phone. some video clip of some teenage kid doing some teenage shit. it’s times like these where i wish my wife would listen to me every once in a while. i’d told her that he’s too young to have a phone. “it’ll be good. we’ll know where he is at all times,” she says. all statement, no forethought. not at all worried that, because of that phone, he’s now learning life lessons from some random LA teen who’ll eventually be exposed as a nazi. now i have to sit here & act like this punk kid is the coolest thing ever just so i don’t let my son down. when his mom gets home from work this afternoon, we’re all going to have a talk.