Weird Stuff

My Older Son, Theo. Letters

I told him I had had it with marriage.
I never wanted to approach that idea again.
By thousands and thousands and zillions of miles.
I was done.
With that shit.
And Ted said:
That’s too bad.
Third time’s a charm.

I looked up at him and said:
No fucking way.

He loves to fuck with my head.
I have no idea how I appear to him.
But I don’t get a good feeling about it.
That’s what happens when you let them sit in the comic bookstore when they’re 3 years old (or younger, like Andrew who became an artist) for 90 minutes, browsing the ideas in the pictures …
That’s the kind of shit they spit back out at you!

Things That Never Made It Into Print

By Things That Never Made It Into Print

Keep it simple ... Radical ... Writer, Artist, Dancer, Musician, Chicago Betty

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