Update

Life is a bitch.

For the most part, that's it.

If things go well, on Wednesday, I drive back home. Waukegan. The county seat of Lake County, IL. Am I thrilled about this? Not hardly. Will it be a great drive? Well, of course. Me.. music.. and the open road. The only thing missing from a trip like this a bitch in the passenger seat. Now, it's not a long one, but 11-13 hours is long enough for some good road head.

But, either way, no road head for me. I'm not even sure I'd be in the mood for it. With my grandfather's cancer getting worse, my ex's kidney's failing... I have to keep focused on making it there for my kids. It'd be nice if that was the only thing I had to worry about. But it's not.

On top of those two things, one person asks me what's going to happen with me and her; as if this move is going to change shit. And another person has just lost her damn mind. As in.. creating the most asinine reasons to be pissy with me and keeping me in a state of perpetual headaches.

Will I miss her? Yeah. Will she miss me? Yeah. Does that give her right to make my life a living hell behind it? No. Do I want to shove my fuckin' foot down her throat and step on her larynx to get her to shut the fuck up. Undoubtedly. Will I? Not at all.

Some times, life throws you such a curve ball, that the only thing you can do is let it fly past you. Some things aren't worth swinging at. Other things.. well.. if you can't knock it out the park, at least swing.

So while I stand here, holding my bat.. watching as this crazy pitch from life heads my way, do yourself a favor:

Go stand in the parking lot. Daddy's about to knock this shit out the park!