On the Block
Holding some breath, but not all for we must share, there are only days before I plunge into daddom knowing full well nothing but wit.
The most revelation to date is quantity. No cyclist knows how to recover better than a day old baby. They dump in their drawers 10 to 12 times a day. Man I can’t wait.
Poo.
Names on the Block:
River, Noah, Nathan (as in Nathan Jr.), Elijah, Jacob & Rerun.
James will be in the middle.
The girl is ready to get it on. I’m ready to get it on. The dog doesn’t know shit.
The apartment is now a clusterfuck of diapers, pails, miniature clothes and love. All at once.
Never mind that race this weekend. Manana is here before I will be so why try to catch up meow?
Meow.
Ride today. Yes. Ride tomorrow? Yes. Ride Sunday?
Sinner.
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Oh, go wit Rerun. Fo Shur.
River? Damn hippies. Just name him Forrest and get it over wit. Can’t wait to see the little poop machine at the end of the month.