Gut Rumbles
 

October 03, 2005

i've got 'em all

Yes, people, I have a lot of bad habits. I wasn't always that way, but since I lost visitation with my son, I no longer give a shit, I don't care WHAT people think about me and I would just as soon go out in a brilliant fireball as live like a monk.

Who wants to live forever anyway?

Comments

In the 18 years I spent running the law firm I saw a lot of fathers get screwed on visitation by lying ex-wives and a nanny court system that wants to dictate personal behavior that doesn't impact or endanger the child.
I'd just to point out that the court can't keep your kid from you forever. Kids grow up and want to know their Dads and after a certain age they can't stop them from coming to you.
It might be a good idea to try to live for that eventualilty, so GO SEE THE F*CKING DOCTOR ALREADY.

Posted by: Libby on October 3, 2005 09:42 AM

Isn't "your lost visitation" no longer an issue?

I thought Quinton was now over 18.

Posted by: Maggie on October 3, 2005 09:51 AM

Maggie, where've you been? Quinton is a mere child.

Posted by: heather on October 3, 2005 10:46 AM

You have a daughter too and I'll bet she's worried sick about you ....your grandmother and your brother and so many good friends.....there are a lot of people who love you and you love....think of them

Posted by: gina on October 3, 2005 11:20 AM

Yep, Quinton's a boy. Boys need a dad sooner or later. Rob, you may have gone to a doctor 50 times in the past couple of weeks - how are we to know? It's none of our damn business anyway - but that can't stop us from thinking about it. One of these days, that boy, unless he is totally brainwashed and launched into eternal prickdom, is gonna need his dad for something. It could be for the smallest reason, but that could be the one thing that changes his life. My 36 cents worth.

Posted by: James "been there, done that" Hooker on October 3, 2005 11:57 AM

When the latest food-watching asshole let fly with his stupid opinion that my coffee drinking would cause a brain tumor, I shot back with "When?". Kudos to Gene Wilder in "Blazing Saddles"

Posted by: Cappy on October 3, 2005 01:20 PM

I hope you go out as a brilliant fireball, but also consider the possibility of being a tube-feeder in an Alzheimer ward...now is the time to squeeze everything good out of life, while you still recognize it.

Posted by: Bonita on October 3, 2005 03:27 PM

Try something like DOOCE does: A monthly letter to your son. A heart to heart that lists the things going on in your life, your thoughts, what he may be going through, what you went through at that age, pictures, etc. Mail it to him monthly or on his birthday. Keep him connected to you even if the BC doesn't want that. Surely a court would approve such a thing even if she's managed to remove your physical presence. My dad seems a lot like you ( in some ways ) and I'm glad I've had his presence and influence my whole life. Hopefully, Quinton will too.

Posted by: dmull on October 3, 2005 08:03 PM

For ****'s sake man. Either shit or get off the pot.

Posted by: 2far2care on October 6, 2005 12:04 AM
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