One minute I’m living in the epicenter for the heroin trade in NYC, the next I’m commuting from the dark recesses of New Jersey. It all happened so quickly. What hit me?
I’ve got two daughters but absolutely no clue whatsoever what constitutes proper parenting. I’m doing the best I can, for Christ’s sake. My Bride has asked to be left out of this space and I have to respect that. As for The Daughters, they don’t get a say in the matter.
Every apartment building in New York City has one craggy old bastard who is renting the biggest apartment for the least amount of money. Everyone is anxiously waiting for him/her to drop dead so they can pounce on the real estate. My aspiration was to become one of those craggy old bastards. Somewhere along the way I took a detour and I’m now ensconced in New Jersey.