*ugh* Enough of that. I think I just broke something.
What is it about parenting that draws so many parallels to the Thug Life. Maybe it’s the chilling blood feuds between warring factions (kids v. adults). Maybe it’s the constant, rhythmic repetition — saying the same things over and over and over and over and over that makes us all sound like gangster rappers.
Maybe it’s the fact that we like to roll up in a dope new ride tricked out with all latest spinners, hydraulics, tinted windows and bullet proof paneling.
Or maybe it’s that soul-chilling dead look behind the eyes that comes only after witnessing countless horrific atrocities beyond the scope of normal human existence; when a life outside the current reality is less than a distant memory and you know in the core of your empty, hollowed-out soul that your life has absolutely no meaning.
What? You aren’t a parent?
Don’t even pretend you know what I’m talkin’ ’bout.
-Dork “D-money” Daddy