The Best Things In Life Come In Little Packages

Life’s a bitch.

We all know that. And it sometimes takes a little detour towards good friends and family and adorable kids to make you forget the evil in this world.

Oh yeah. You heard me—EVIL.

Jay said to me yesterday after an extremely trying meeting with the City and the Clubowner (which started out well, but disintegrated towards the end when the Clubowner showed up), “Now I know how wars are started.”

Apparently someone in the Clubowner’s party who had never ever spoken to us before, showed up and casually said, “What’s the big deal?”

Uh-huh.

No sleep, crime, drugs, bullets.

Jay and I are exhausted. Our neighborhood is exhausted.

It takes one totally stubborn and ignorant person (calculating enough to continually scream racism every time) to make you go crazy. For the record, Mr. Clubowner, I am sure if you call me racist one more time, I can sue you for slander.

That’s why we all need to avoid nasty people in our lives and hang out with people under five.

In their world, all that matters is “Can you give me that cherry tomato on your salad?” and “Can you pick me up and throw me in the air right after that?”

Sure I can.