March 14, 2009
Trials and tribulations
Originally published February 16, 2004
I'm going to be in court tomorrow at 8:00 AM. I'm filing evey charge I can invent against my ex-wife and I might have a few extras by tomorrrow morning. My personal legal council all disagreee with me, but I never listened to their pucker-butted asses anyway. Fuck 'em. Let's just see how this one plays out.
I can't have Jennifer overseeing visitation the way she does the rest of Quinton's life. All I ask is 72 hours per month, where I CAN DO what I want to do with my son. I don't believe that I'm making a horrible demand here. See what happens to me if I miss a child suppport payment if you like reading really shitty marriage law.
Let her miss a visitatiion and it doesn't mean diddly-squat. I'll still pay for that one, you just wait and see. But I'll go to court and make an issue of it, just the same. I may be a name on her Goddam wall, but that same name belongs to my son and HER shitty ass is hanging onto it just to spite me, the bloodless cunt.
I ain't ashamed. I'm going to court tomorrow. And I really don't give a shit who goes to jail over this one. My Cracker ass will be there.
And I'm getting my hair cut short and dying it "Apple Blonde" tomorrow.
I'm getting that legal shit fixed in the morning. One way or the other. And if I get a chance, I'm going to get a haircut and dye my hair on the way home. (This new beautician I met at the shop showed a whole bunch of organic dyes that shouldn't scald my scalp off right off my head the way other stuff does. I'm allergic to everything anymore, but she says that this stuff will work. She has pretty, red toenails, so I trust her. I'm becoming a blonde tomorow.)
I will be sure to post pictures.
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