Fla Flash
03-15-2002, 03:48 AM
Okay, here's the crap.
My entire universe, much like my hero, Barry Allen's, is falling down around me and I'm powerless to stop it. Why?
Cause I'm too much of a damned pacifist. I've raised hands twice in my life, (once when I got jumped when I was a kid, and about a year and a half ago when I caught my landlady's-piece-of-shit-boyfriend beatin' the crap out of her) maybe a couple of times more, helping someone in distress. Now, however, as much as I can reason, and I am very reasonable, I cannot but help to wonder how I have gotten to where I am.
My daughter, all 6 years old of her, was supposed to be adopted by a couple I knew. Didn't happen. You know, I knew that was coming. If I thought I could physically last another thirteen years (hell, I'd be 60), I'd give it a go. But the warnings and all the other crap urge against that. Long story, maybe I'll tell you someday.
Anyway her mother's mother has her. She calls up today to let me know. Then she tells me another daughter of hers, who KNOWS how to raise kids, is going to adopt her. Well, knowing the sister, I kinda feel secure. But I whisper, in my best Clint Eastwood, "So long as the wicked witch of the west don't come in and screw with her head, I've no problems. If Lynn shows up, I'll be on you like white on rice.".
I may have been a little overbearing, but my daughter deserves a chance. We all do.
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My entire universe, much like my hero, Barry Allen's, is falling down around me and I'm powerless to stop it. Why?
Cause I'm too much of a damned pacifist. I've raised hands twice in my life, (once when I got jumped when I was a kid, and about a year and a half ago when I caught my landlady's-piece-of-shit-boyfriend beatin' the crap out of her) maybe a couple of times more, helping someone in distress. Now, however, as much as I can reason, and I am very reasonable, I cannot but help to wonder how I have gotten to where I am.
My daughter, all 6 years old of her, was supposed to be adopted by a couple I knew. Didn't happen. You know, I knew that was coming. If I thought I could physically last another thirteen years (hell, I'd be 60), I'd give it a go. But the warnings and all the other crap urge against that. Long story, maybe I'll tell you someday.
Anyway her mother's mother has her. She calls up today to let me know. Then she tells me another daughter of hers, who KNOWS how to raise kids, is going to adopt her. Well, knowing the sister, I kinda feel secure. But I whisper, in my best Clint Eastwood, "So long as the wicked witch of the west don't come in and screw with her head, I've no problems. If Lynn shows up, I'll be on you like white on rice.".
I may have been a little overbearing, but my daughter deserves a chance. We all do.
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