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7th June, 2005

Ride Around on my bicycle
Riding around in circles and talking loudly, excitedly, about rules to new games. Fathers and mothers watching nostalgically, or not watching at all.It's hard to imagine that i was once the same size... running around just as maniacally. I always took myself so seriously, as i'm sure they must as well. The tragedy of moments ago, a big man (aka my little boy) trapped in a box (aka his mother's apartment) with no way to escape, so easily ended by the "grown up" finally realizing what was so obvious and taking him outside.

These are the kinds of thoughts i won't be having when i'm back in Chase. I want so badly for him to come with me. For me to be ready to face the concerns of living, let alone taking care of others. Well i'm going back to prepare the way, and one day i'll be able to bring him with me and say "this is Our home" and not "welcome to your great grandparents' basement".

A conspiratorial consortium has congealed on the opposite side of the courtyard, and they're hatching some kind of plan quietly... oblivious to how obvious they're being. My son gets bored of whatever they're talking about and takes a spin around the path on his training wheeled bicycle.

6th June, 2005

Fake Blog... but oh well
well this is just a place holder... i'll update it manually for a while till i move to a different server at cweth.com
la la la... hmmm...