We have a friend of ours, who happens to be the District Attorney in our county. Not just any DA, but The Man, the Big Kahuna, the dude responsible for putting people behind bars for a long, long, time. He’s really good at it, at least that’s what the statistics say, and a various bunch of nefarious defense attorneys in town.
That being said, I’ve come to believe that he may not actually know the law all that well. See, he continues to tell me that New York State still prohibits me from visiting harm upon my children, regardless of the provocation. He says that under the law there is not exemption for fathers living with “crazy teen-aged bitches”, that’s it’s just a phase, and they’ll grow out of it.
Of course, his daughters are just perfect little angels, so what does he know. He is like so many people around me, all of their kids are perfect, get excellent grades, gifted athletically, knee deep in charity work, loved by millions, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. At times it seems that I’m the only person around that has normal kids that are driving me nuts, or I’m the only one that’s talking about it.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my kids. At least, I think that is the emotion that I’m feeling in between the times where I want to choke them. I think it is love, but, you know, it could also just be the absence of hunger, so I’m not really sure.
Originally, I typed a lot more to this post, but, in the end, who really cares. Let’s just say that I wish that they would hurry up and legalize pot, because I really, really need a joint right about now…
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