Tuesday, December 30, 2003
It's sad that, on my last day, it was up to me to speak into young Wyatt's life. He needs someone to pay attention, a man to show him affection and discipline. That can't be me, I'm leaving. Who will take up the standard?
Sadly, probably no one. So I lent him a Hardy Boys book. What else could I do? Where have the world's real men all gone? I hope I turn out to be one of them.
"And it's all your fault
I screen my phone calls
No matter-matter-matter-matter who calls
I gotta screen my phone calls"
"Sorry I'm not home right now, I'm walking into spiderwebs."
