My little boy is
born today.
I am a successful salesman at a Ford dealership and am making more money than I ever thought was possible.
He is pink and wrinkly and a really big little guy. He looks like my dad and my family crowds around me.
I work from 8am to 9pm and smoke Newport cigarettes. As many as possible.
My little boy weighs 9 pounds 5 ounces and he will get nicknamed 'Monkey Toe' which gets shortened to 'Toe' and later on in his childhood is lengthened to 'Toenail'. But that will usually be when he is being cute or is in trouble and people will look at me like I am an abusive parent when I yell for him in public. They say "What the fuck?".
I drink now and am completely off the wagon. I drink too much coffee and I hate to be away from work. When I am at work I hate to be around the other salespeople and they hate me for my success. I am a bastard to them and outshine them mercilessly.
My little boy changes my perception of reality today and I become mortal and am no longer the fearless fist fighting cowboy, shit kicking paratrooper, layer of women, and wandering ruffian.
Today I am a daddy and scared of what that means.