Uncle Roger's Notebooks of Daily Life
My life is, to me, ripe with frequent challenges, occasional successes, spontaneous laughter, adequate tears, and enough *life* to last me a lifetime. To you, however, it surely seems most pedestrian. And therefore, I recycle the name I used previously and call this my Notebooks of Daily Life. Daily, because it's everyday in nature, ordinary. These conglomeration of events that are my life are of interest to me because I live it, perhaps mildly so to those who are touched by it, and could only be of perverse, morbid curiosity to anyone else. Yet, I offer them here nonetheless. Make of them what you will, and perhaps you can learn from my mistakes.
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Sunday, January 16, 2005
Every time I dig in my pocket for my keys, I curse the bastards who make them necessary. There are, unfortunately, selfish cretins who would take that which does not belong to them, given the chance. I hate them and the inconvenience they force me to endure. My life would be much more enjoyable and certainly far more fulfilling were it not for them and the effort required to address their existence.
Alas, the problem is not limited to theft. There are those who would take advantage of or otherwise harm children given the opportunity. These freaks are even worse than the thieves. Because of them, I have made some changes to my Photo Journal, removing any children's names. I will continue to hide them until such time as I am convinced there are no more wacko bastards out there -- which, I suspect, will be a very long time from now.
As a preventive measure, let me make it perfectly clear that, if you harm my kids, I will kill you. Very slowly, very painfully.