Brakes are good.  I went a long time when I was a kid without brakes.

 I would shove my shoe in the back wheel to slow down, it worked pretty darn good.

Obviously I stayed up here drinking pretty late last night.

 I didn’t want to go home with Tabitha there. When I finally did, she was asleep in the living room where I could see her.  This morning she laid there looking at the TV with tears in her eyes being just as pathetic and attention begging as a person can possibly be.

  After I got to work she text me something like, ” I’m moving the rest of my stuff out today. I would have stayed gone last night if I knew me being here was going to keep you away. I’m sorry.”.

  Later she called and asked if she could purchase my radio and little T.V. and then wanted to stay on the phone in silence. 

  Last night I was feeling guilty about the whole thing.  I sent her a message telling her I feel bad about it all and I couldn’t stand the idea of messing up her kids’ lives. and I hope she doesn’t hate me, and she’s right about my head not being screwed on right.

  Old man Frank comes in here and sits across from me and tries to have a conversation with me while I’m typing.  He’ll also keep me listening to a story while I’m standing at a door holding it open with things in my hands blatantly obviously trying to do some work.  Every story has to lead to another and have a moral to it.

   He does save me time by being here, albeit some of the times is taken back in a form of taxation.

  I can’t find my camera.  I think I left it at my mom’s house on Sunday.  I need to ride my bike more.