texts: You did all right dad. </s> <s> I could have done it better. I'm a fucking ball-buster I am. </s> <s> You never walked away dad. You could have walked away.
labels: I'm just so scared of that song. That fucking, "My son just arrived the other day...he says thanks for the ball, come on let's play. I got lots of bills come again next day. He's grown up just like me...My boy is just like me." Gordon fucking Lightfoot, Cat Stevens, whoever, that song just fucking kills me.