lonesome.

today the boy went to jail for a month for a dui. it was bullshit too, two beers on an empty stomach and driving five miles over the speed limit. his lawyer had all faith in him, until he got his check, and then convinced us that the minimum-sentence plea bargain he procured was our best bet.

i’ve never lived on my own before, and knowing my past habits this will not turn out so well. let’s just hope that by the time he gets out i am not living in squalor or a cardboard box.