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.