Human Behaviour.

Today I told Burger I would give him a quarter for every piece of trash he could pick up in the yard at the coffee shop where we were doing "homework".
Final tally was 27 pieces of trash.
$6.75 is a small price to pay for a cleaner space.
What can I say?
I believe children are the future.
Plus it gave him something to do!

Then I came home and talked with my good friend Jim.
He is the one that I mentioned here.
Well, it's not even been a year and there is plenty of good news.
At least it sounds like that.
I mean, the surgery was a success.
Then I almost did him in with a joke I told about Hitler and Heaven.
What can I say, he gets me.

Also gluten.
Gluten is just as bad as my joke now.
No gluten for Jim.

Apparently.

Later Burger and I were eating Krispie treats in the shower.
I told him about Jim, and what had happened and why I was laughing.
-Jim is my very good, best friend.
-Jim got sick and had to have surgery.
-Jim makes me laugh.

Did I tell you that Burger had to have surgery recently?
He had a hernia, and it had to get fixed.
And now it is fixed.

It made me think of Mr. S and what he must be going through.
That is Jim's dad, and he had to go all the way from Wisconsin to Portland to hold Jim's hand and hug him and probably pick him up and carry him around because Jim was sick and probably scared and that is what a Dad does for his Son, probably. I mean, I am relatively new to being a Dad compared to Mr. S, but I feel pretty confident in that statement.

I hope I never have to test it.

But that isn't something I control.

I saw a baby today at a cafe.
I wonder if Mr. S would get the same feeling looking at
Burger that I got from looking at this stranger's baby?

I guess I will have to introduce them.
Soon.

It has been an eventful couple of months.
I can say that much.

And from where I am right now, being able to look back a ways
I can confidently say I am not worried, frightened or nervous.

The things that happen can give one a thirst for more.

That's life, bro.

lovemathew

Play Time.

An Idea.

A lot of Matter.

A Mess.

A Good Night.

The way that the silence creeps in is slow.

But that isn't really true living here. 

There is no true silence.

No quiet, really.

But one adjusts, and one takes what one can get.

So for now it is quiet, and soon it will be more so.

There is a bit of light, but not much.

I wait, listening to the rustling of a growing boy trying so hard to still himself.

The breathing soft and steady.

Traffic moves softly outside and there is a bit of a breeze.

The whir of a hard drive.

Typing noise.

Sweaty beads of condensation on my glass of ice.

That's a game of patience right there.

And me? 

I just wrestle with the situations over and over again.

I think I got a good hold and then in a blink I am flipped on my back 

with a weight on my throat.

But you know.

Life, Bro.

 

Good Job Dad.

"Good job Dad!"

 

That's the name of the sitcom that will be based loosely around my life as told through the eyes of my son as a story he is telling his own son/child/children who happen(s) to be adopted/found and/or...

AN EXTRA TERRESTRIAL!!

Maybe not exactly like that, but you can already tell that it's going to be a winner with a name like #GJD... Which is what the youth will refer to it to when they are hacking brains or whatever they do in the near, grim future.

Anyways, that's what Burger yelled to me.

What I was doing was backing the truck I drive into the warehouse just like I always do for my job only this time Burger got to watch me do this on account of he just happened to be in the area.
In the area, chilling out.
Like all the kids do in Brooklyn.

I was very excited to provide this demonstration as entertainment because I know how much he loves trucks and shit like that even though he'd probably tell you all he likes now is Batman.

And it won't be forever that he'll be impressed by his truck driving dad.
Some day he may resent his truck driving dad and that will be a sad day indeed.

"I can't go out because my fuckin' truck driving dad said I have to learn my numbers... UGH I hate living on mars!"

It's okay, I tell myself I am ready for a day when this may happen.
He will go through a period where he doesn't care about all the sacrifices I made, all the missed soccer games, school plays and trick-or-treats. Not to mention all the long hours spent in the driving simulator practicing to be the first Truck Driver on the great red planet of Mars!!!

Essentially living the dream Ray Bradbury had the courage to dream oh so long ago.

I suppose that's why it was so important that I wow him with my truck driving prowess now.

Keep him in awe for as long as possible.

I love you guys.

Day Of The Cow.

Morning.

Evening.

He was so mad at me this morning that he squeezed that banana...
To death!!

"Don't give me that look, bro."
"Well I'm looking at you like this because I want to wear mittens!"

And so it went, all down the block.

I don't know how much of this back and forth stuck in his brain today.
But for me, today, it was the start of a long list of things I didn't want
to hear yet had to endure.

But it is true what they say about tomorrow being a whole new animal
and I hope to high heaven that it is a much more docile creature.
One with a soft nose, no claws... preferably an herbivore.

I hope tomorrow is a cow.