GONE

...and murder

I get the comment once in awhile; "Did anyone ever tell you that you look like O.J. Simpson?" Yeah....

I know I may look like him, afterall, we both have enormous heads ;-). What gave it away, my one leather glove? Ha. Actually, one Halloween I dressed up as O.J - really. I had the look down proper. Black glove, rented White Bronco, afro, suit and jeans - spot on!

I'm no murder though. I'm not in the hall of fame. I've never played professional football and I dont live in California.

...and O.J.'s a foot taller than me!

So...

About the sushi, no pictures. I dont think the rolls had a chance; we ate our Rainbow Rolls in a few minutes flat - hungry! And the soup, that didnt last too long either - a tiny serving too!

Maybe I'll get lucky and have a wonderful dinner tonight, one that I can take pictures of! And yes, I'll post more pictures of the grub I eat. THIS is what I'm making sometime soon, I promise.

...and we're still hungry. Poor, but still hungry! We dont plan on washing dishes so we'll have to find a cheaper grub.

Heady goodness!

Delicious, every bite. And a coffee to wash it down...

Entertainment consisted of small children playing in and around a water display (...coz it really wasnt a fountain). One child in particular caught my eye, a little boy - a year old at most. He walked around the display a few times, pushing his little popcorn maker -laughing, smiling and staring every curiously at the water as it flowed up and down.

Pee'ure?

I miss those moments; blank slate - fresh, new - without bias - in awe, wonder and joy! Children are beautiful!

Curiosity almost got the best of him a few times! I was unable to take a picture; moments like that arent easy to capture - with or without words. Just to see him warmed my heart, made me think - entertaining the thought that I was once that young; I was that pee'ure, innocent and curious. And I bet the water display seemed enormous to this child...

...and to see this child and his mother play together was beautiful, magical and exactly what a good mother does with her child. And the father... sitting back, observing the scene and basking in his own memories.

If only being/having a family were simple. Isnt it all about love?

And what about the families that dont work out in the oh-so fairy tale way we were taught in elementary? What then? ...and no, I dont have all the answers.

"...and you know you cant divorce a child, right dad?" I told him many things that he's done that hurt me...

Where did it go wrong? What happened to tradition, values and one-time marriages? I want that... classic/traditional. I only want to marry once. I dont want kids to 2 or 3 different women. I'll be a man, I'll be a father. I'll be the one to get the pickles and other food oddities when you have a craving.

You see, I'm a byproduct of a divorced / broken home, raised by a single mother in the projects - I dont want that for my family (future-tense); I dont want that for myself.

I'm better than that, I'll be better than my biological father.

This is coming from the man that could eat the same cereal day-in-day-out. Even if you eat eggs. I eat eggs.