Drunk at 1:25 a.m. and proud of who I am and who is with me in this life of mine.
Sleeping familial members closeby.
I chatted at length with my oldest son tonight about things political and things regarding social conscience. And I saw that I see him how my parents likely see me. They don't see the seemingly flawed outcomes of my decisions. They see no real failings at all. They only see a son who is going through life trying to keep his integrity intact. Intentions are everything as I see it. And my son is gold in my eyes.
As Lyle once put it, "she wasn't good, but she had good intentions." Nothing wrong with that.
Slumber awaits.
Slumber arrives.
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