August 2, 2003
Blues use to be my old man. Rat bastard. Only came around on holidays; Christmas, New Year’s. Easter. He showed up while I was sweeping the steps just outside. Broom went in one direction, and by the time it came back, there was Blues. Just to throw me off guard, he snuck up behind me while I was looking in the Macy’s Sunday paper cut out section. I can only take his crap for so long, see? So, I hung happy drapes in the kitchen, and put joy locks on the doors and windows. Now, Blues thinks I’m bad company.