Vodka monologues: sorry mom

Sorry mom but I jumped off the wagon and attained a master’s degree in mixology. It gets worse; I couldn’t really wait till I got married cause my hormones went insane immediately I hit puberty. But I’ve been completely monogamous in this thing between “she” and me though the newly improved “she” appears to be making me a bit jittery; smoking pot and cigarettes and getting wasted in the club is not really the image that I initially had dough. Sorry mom but your boy is as liberal as it gets; separation of church and state, no political policy in religious debates and absolute freedom for a human to choose between the worship of God, cows or snakes.

I miss you - Wish I could see you tonight; take a short cut out of this life, but I’m still the same old coward that fears that pastor Wale might be right. I’ve walked this tightrope in search of balance and covered up my confusion with silly nonchalance. I’ve become an avid reader; made a killing as a bootleg dealer; embraced my inner rebel and also volunteer as a teacher. My convictions necessitated affiliations with the craft and your boy is truly sorry for breaking bread with the axe.

Your little man has grown up exceptionally quick and quite a few ladies are thrilled by this: There Young miss E who is in love with love, especially naive and wants the pilot seat. Lady M says I’m open and easy to talk to, a is a lot more mature but a lot less dynamic. Pretty ms CY is kind of puzzle to me, a big picture kind of girl with a banging physique. Ms Ks is ironically a mirror of “she” but “she” without a doubt remains the queen of me.

24^th of july passed and I barely remembered, it’s been barely 13 years and now im barely your son. You get a mention from barely to none and I hardly ever reflect on the time I barely was young. Until I take that final bow and my hearing is done forgive my youthful shenanigans and the strays of your son.