I Was Scared

On the bus into the city this morning, I ignored a phone call from Kelly, my soon to be ex-wife (or whatever the fuck she is at this point), figuring I’d just call her back. Walking up to my office, I paused in Cadell Place and decided to listen to the voicemail she’d left, only it wasn’t her, it was my 5yr old daughter Lola describing a dream she’d had that night. Halfway through listening to it, I’d started to cry and it was all I could do to pull myself together enough to face the rest of my day.