Another fucking baby. Great. None of us were really sure where this one came from, but the Lord works in mysterious ways... or so they kept saying at the Church. To me, it just seemed like he worked in subtle, hurtful ways that slowly chipped away at any hope or self esteem that I might have managed to gnaw off the steak of life. Coming off the reconstructive surgery, my life was canoeing further down the toilet. The boy was horrid. Saskia was spending a lot of time in the corners of rooms staring at the wall, then when I would walk in, she’d throw a creeptime stare at me that was so dark that it made my head swell and feel like it was about to explode. And it was all I could do just to get Connie dressed in the morning. So, in a moment of clarity, I dove out the 2nd story window and somehow managed to land on the ONLY lawn troll in the entire lawn. At that point, I just said, ‘I give up. Where’s the Lord?’ Enter Father Jathruva Duk Skyrie’s Clam Cottle Church on the South end of Tampa. Through his personal technique of hot copper and blindfolds, I was reminded that this was actually a wonderful time in my life since I had my family back together again? Whatever, but I mean, I’d tried for nothing more than losing them as long as I could remember and it never worked... so I figured, what the fuck, let’s hunker down, be a family man and see what happens. I thought maybe everything had come together at this point in my life and the Bible proved a tremendous inspiration; a lighthouse in the storm that was my life, signaling the first mate on the good ship, ‘Family and Faith’ to toss me a life saver. But, you know, that’s how I felt the 1st time I did Shadow as well.
2004
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