Can be dying inside about fucking up a marriage. Another one that’s half the reason you’re in Poland, but your pain’s meaningless compared to the deeper realization, the one that matters, the fact that you’re egregious behavior twisted, the life of yet another woman who trusted you altered, another innocent child’s trajectory is the truth.
That some guys are better absentee dads than on the spot ones. Everybody’s got their strengths. It takes something big to block that kind of realization. And we haven’t even gotten to the professional reversals are as far as it beyond, the OG dad TV version of my life stuff. There was a life-changing globally announced movie gig in there.
Somewhere writing the thin man, for pre-publicly accused Johnny Depp who God bless him optioned. Another one of my books and perpetuity meaning when atomic cockroaches roam, the earth will still be waiting for the green light until in the midst of an awkward lunch with a director in his partner.
In their Malibu beachfront, I blurted in some unfunny apropos of nothing. Aside over salad. And he was, I couldn’t plot my way from here to the parking lot. That’s all. It took all true. Not to can’t plot part. Maybe, but the announcing it for no reason part Even now, the memory makes me squirm.
But I guess I don’t know to some people victims of childhood.
