I don't generally speak too much about my girl on here. She's the only supremely perfect part of my haphazard life and as such I tend to keep her seperated from the mish-mosh of goings on as I stride through these here dark streets.
But I have to talk about her now.
Mom decided to travel today because "I believe in God, not terrorism... fuck Bush."
My girl had to go back to school.
I won't see her again for months.
So the very saddest moment I've had to date was watching that black Lincoln Town Car turn the corner on Gerard Avenue and drive away with my heart in it.
And Mr. O'Marley said it best: "Oh my children if you see me crying..."
I'll be back to normal... soon enough.
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