Whoa! Didja get the numbers off that truck?!?May 15, 2005 - 10:47 p.m. FreedomLet freedom ring Son2 is now a licensed driver. He's been practicing for two years. Now he has the freedom he wanted, and I don't have to haul his ass around anymore! His mom handed him the keys to her 2000 Escort ZX2. It is a very nice car with less than 70K on the clock. Son1 has been in Houston for a week now. He's 1200 miles away from everything he knows, in a bad neighborhood. When he was in high school he listened to hip-hop music; staccato stuff that glorified the niggah lifestyle: guns, crack, violence. Now he lives in a neighborhood that includes all three. Someone's got a pretty good drug trade in the unit above his, people are knocking all the time. The subs nearby pump out nameless bass riffs, and there's always yelling in the parking lot. He doesn't look out the window, and he doesn't go out after dark. He was pretty damn lonely and lost when I talked to him a week ago, when he arrived. He's much better now. But he still hates where he lives and has a goal to find a better place. Spring will have sprung when I peel back the cover on the pool. May has not been kind, it resembles March. I hope a tardy spring does not mean a cool summer, or I will spend another three months merely filtering 5000 gallons of water instead of actually using it. Current Terr Alert Level OMG, She's agonna blow! |
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