BIRTHDAY

According to esquire magazine I should have my shit together. I should have the graduate degree, healthy relationship, happy shiny children and a non-JC Penny suit to go to my career oriented job. I should have come to appreciate Bob Dylan and liberal politics. I should have my debt in control as well as my alcohol abuse... But baby I'm an anarchist I have no job or prospects. My family is wary of my abusive behavior and vapid make money quick schemes. I wear doc marten boots and have a beer belly and have a crooked smile. My children scream all the time and fight like cats and dogs. I have gray hair and creditors calling me every fucking hour on the hour. I know how to do very little. I have very few friends. Those friends that I do have I keep at a distance because they might catch what I got. I've seen it before. Its not pretty. I am petty and lazy and hate the internet.

But, and I hope you saw that coming, I am happy today. So fuck it. On Friday I'm going to cash in my penny jar and buy myself a 12 pack of whatever is on sale and morn the loss of another year without the things I'm suppose to have and be. Then I will burn the stack of esquire magazines that I keep next to my toilet because no man should be defined by what he reads on the shitter as he takes a dump.

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Been keeping this since I was laid off...

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Father's Day

No such thing for Mexican dads. I think I bought my dad a pair of 501's when he was around. Felt bad about using his social on my taxes that year. Then when he died I bought him another pair to be buried in. Patriarchs are not so much revered as they are feared and kept at a safe distance. I think its better that way. Babies are small and they are out of school so I wont be getting my share of the Mother's Day art projects from the boys. No ceramic ashtrays for me... They don't exactly encourage smoking at school anymore anyway. No neck ties either cause I cant get a job yet.

What I really want is a 12 pack and a little solitude. Too much to ask?

Thanksgiving

Boys are busy possibly at the Thanksgiving parade. I'll use this time to be thankful for having time to type in a blog. Its been a few weeks and things seem to be moving toward a resolution. Last night I was told steps are being taken to leave this town. However I may not have a ticket to take this ride. Moving to school is more like moving away from me. Had no idea I was such a drag. Well maybe.

Brace yourself.

Benito says there is no homework to be had today. I am excited. Only thing left to do is take off shoes and wait for dinner. Its a game I initiated yesterday. I arrived home cooked dinner and did not expect nor did I get any help. We ate, I washed dishes, and put on a pot of beans. Guess today is my turn. The waiting game. Some people spend their entire lives doing this.

I read to the children in the evening. "Where the Wild Things Are". I had never read it before last night and cant imagine after having read it how an entire feature length film could be processed from such pages. Boys loved it.

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