BlahI was looking forward to going to work tonight to help keep my mind off what it is going to cost to fix the van.
I was feeling better until a group of special needs kids came in for ice cream. It was apparent the kids lived in a group home. They had a really good time and got a kick out of the Zoo that was devlievered to the table.
Even though the kids were happy and well taken care of it depressed the hell out of me even more.
Because my own son will probably have to live in one of those homes when he gets older and I'm dead.
Who is going to love my son when I'm dead?