I saw a man walking from the Leisure Centre tonight with his
three kids. He looked pretty harried and the kids looked totally wired. It
brought back some good memories.
I loved having little kids around the house; it was so full
of life. I loved my kids when they were little. I love them now too, just in a
different way. That doesn’t mean that I never wanted to kill them and that at
times I still want to kill them. For the most part they are pretty nice and
without them I wouldn’t have any grandkids. I don’t think that makes me a bad
person, just honest.
I don’t know why I felt
the need to say that, but what the hell. It has been one of those days.
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