To my freshly squeezed 18s,
Happy Birthday. Enjoy. It's a good life.

So Daddy left yesterday for East Timor and I have no idea when's the next time he'll be coming back home. Even if it doesn't scare him, it daunts me. Maybe I'm just a wimp. Oh how reality is thy nemesis. They just call me a dreamer, a kid, a pretender, a non-believer and even with my head in the clouds, I don't see God.

Anyway.

Oh me, oh my. Knowing your daughter is half the person you are will put her mind at rest. You're my Atticus and I know I will be fine.


"You see, this profession is filled to the brim with unrealistic motherfuckers. Motherfuckers who thought their ass would age like wine. If you mean it turns to vinegar, it does. If you mean it gets better with age, it don't. " -Pulp Fiction

I will be fine.