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Long time no blog must get computer in house rug smells like old dog shit and crazy roomies won't do a thing to help clean tired of smoking still hooked line and sinker one day it'll be all over and I'll think "these really are the good old days" new baby brother 30 years old finally have a chance to make sense of all those disconnected father memories a place to share and something to give for all the hurting times son is ten years old can't believe a decade has passed but still not high and round enough will I get to moving one day?