My fathers day present this year - Get this. A biggie.
My ex rings me up on Wednesday. For those who don't know, we've been fighting for years about access/custody etc, and for eighteen months she's not allowed the children to stay the night.
Anyway, she rings me up, and says:
"I've been thinking about this whole sleeping over thing, and the kids have been making my life unbearable about it, so how about you start having them overnights again, starting Saturday night."
Fuck all the presents in the world. I'm happier than a pig in mud right now.
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
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