today.
or yesterday.
or some time.
i forget. i dont care, really.
but anywho.
joe brought in a picture of his little girl.
and himself.
and it was nice.
and it reminded me of the pictures of my father and me.
when i was a child.
and suddenly :
i was overcome with a strong urge to want to have children of my own.
but then.
but then I got bitch-slapped with reality.
and he showed me another picture.
and the child's big, blaringly blue eyes stared wide into the camera.
vacant, void of thought, innocent.
and it scared the shit out of me.
and that urge took a nose dive into " HELL NO MOTHO FUKKA "

...

and thats that.