yeah, i stole the title... as some of you probly know, my lil buddies dont swim well, but the last couple relationships i've been in ive been priveledged enough to play the role of "dad" at least for a little while. i was there when Dezzy was born on sept 29th, he just turned 4 months. now im 86'd from the relationship & lost the title of "dad". it fucking sucks, i helped name him & have been there from the begining. i can get over the girl, but i've grown attached to the little man. i know i'm ranting as i sit here my last hours feeding him in a house that fema pays for, its just gonna feel so empty on the streets of austin a couple thousand miles away from what id come to think of as my family. not sure if my usual coping method if 211 & bourbon will work this time...