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Thursday, July 17, 2014

Did Not Get to Go

I did not get to see my son play a gig at one of the many local concert venues, because a mutual relative, angry over something to do with Thistle's adoption, is there and I am afraid would cause trouble. It probably seems there are dozens of people in my life like thus, but there are only two, and one is someone I simply do not want to bother.

I feel sad about all of this. There is really no more to say.

Speaking of which, a dream of the person in question: sitting at a desk opposite me, writing by hand, looking up at me from time to time.