It’s Not My Fault
Too bad Robin Williams did the thing that I can’t seem to quite get myself to do despite the constant swirling of said thoughts inside that head of mine. But he did it and I haven’t and now who’s going to be the one, fictional…
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Tacos Por Favor
I was going to write about baseball but then yesterday happened. Sebastian and I went Skateboarding yesterday. It was my first time on the board in about ten months, you know, surgeries, fractures, and stuff. Body no longer cooperating kind of stuff. Anyway, I spent some…
Silence
I’m headed out to Joshua Tree today. I’ll be attending a ten day silent meditation retreat there. I look forward to the experience. This morning, however, as I said good bye to Sebastian I began breaking down like a little child. Unlike my little child, who was…
Fight or Flight/Conan
I’m not sure if I’m the only one (I’m not, I never am. Let’s just stop this illusion that I’m special) but I’ve been having a tough time handling Sebastian’s recent playful violence. He attacks me with vicious jabs and crosses whenever we’re in close…
A Grilled Purple Carrot
“So, what did you have to eat?” “Well” Sebastian says, “Pizza!”. “Of course.” I say. It was, after all, a day trip to Dave and Buster’s with his winter camp. “What else? I ask. “Chicken Nuggets.” “And?” “French Fries.” “And?” “Cookies!” His eyes are lighting…
Sick Boy
I tend to forget that Sebastian is only six years old with all this stuff that’s going on at this age: he’s learning to read pretty damn well, he is athletic beyond anything I could have imagined (Scholarship!), including skateboarding at daredevil levels (Sponsorship!). He has…
I Love Toys
Do you ever had that moment when your kids get a toy, and you are pretty sure your are WAY more inspired with the potential for play than they are? Happened to me just the other day… — — — Bad Papa East
The Fight Goes On
I suffer from unrealistic expectations of myself. Delusions, really. I guess it stems from the early period of my life when I was given the impression that I’m not good enough, smart enough, and that I’m a real crock of shit. I carry the feeling of…
No Post Today
Today’s blogging activities are suspended due to fucked up people with small penises (or big vaginas) asserting their desperate need for relevance on the children of this fair city of ours, Los Angeles, and its school district. The good news is that there is a plethora of…
Bad Papa West Origins, A Trilogy – Episode 3
Now What? For Episode one click here. For part one of Episode two click here. For part two of Episode two click here. Disclaimer: This is a blog post, not a memoir. As such I am condensing events and timelines, leaving out some details of those events. I start…