6:15 pm
When I started this mission, I wanted to get my message out there, for people to respect others, to be courteous. As we passed over these last several weeks together and more and more people are reading the Rage, I only hope you are taking the lessons to heart, the rage is always hungry. Anyway I digress, it finally happened, it finally came full circle. I received a reply from Foxtrot:
“My dearest Simon, this is not the man you call Foxtrot, I am who you referred to as the Fox and thank you so much for that by the way, I’m still blushing. Anyway, I read your blog and until I realized that I share a bed and more importantly, a son, with this man called Foxtrot, I believed in your mission. I hate driving at all because there are more bad drivers than there are good I also agree that their personalities reflect that as well, but when the thing that matters to me most in the world is in danger, a momma bear has to protect her cub. PLEASE don’t make my son grow up without his father. He’s not perfect by any means, but he loves our son and he loves me. Now that you told me about the gambling, I understand why he has been the way he has lately and while it’s no excuse, I can see him stealing your parking space that day and acting the horrible way he did, we just had a huge fight about money and he went storming out. That’s when I found your email in his inbox. I, more than anyone you have touched, understand that we are completely at your mercy, but all I ask for is a moment of grace from you Simon, for my son, for me, for you.”
Well, fuck me in the earhole, what the hell am I supposed to do with that?