Sex & Shenanigans

There was a senior when I was a freshman who pole vaulted, the pole snapped on him mid jump, we thought he got shot it was so loud ... That was in the late nineties so gunshot would have been way less common, even in the country
I'm not telling him that story. I don't want him to ever consider the pole could snap. 😳
 
I know the business well enough to know I wouldn't be making any real money. But to actually get published? That is a dream. That someone else could hold something I made, that they could enjoy it. That a story could make some iota of difference, even if just to one person reading it.

And technically, I finished my first novel, but I don't count it among these. It was terrible, and not my voice at all. More a bad Tolkien pastiche. Make that a horrible Tolkien pastiche. But I sat on the beach and had a lovely time burning it page by page in a bonfire. I finished it, that was the point. But it was better off in flames, trust me.
Self publish? With ebooks, it's never been easier
 
Okay, but what about dudes just being good dads? I swear when guys like @Whiskeyjack and @SalaciousMonkey22 talk about their kids, it does things to my ovaries 🔥🥵🔥
Okay, here is my Good Dad story for today. My kid is house and dog sitting for my ex. The dog gets into something and pukes in her crate, then sits in it. My ex is due home that night, and this will not go well. Kid calls me at work, frantic. She is going to her boyfriend's senior prom, and has fifteen minutes to get to her nail appointment. She knows well I am fine with most gross things, but I am horrible with puke. Horrible. But I am not going to leave her to the Wrath of Mom, so I head over. Also, my ex forgot to leave money (legitimately forgot), so can I help. Give her my last fifty bucks, explain tipping for nails (she gets then done about once a year). It takes me forever, because I have to keep stopping, but I get the crate cleaned, the dog bathed and dried.

Dog is fine, kid's nails are beautiful, and prom saved. Good Dad day.
 
Okay, here is my Good Dad story for today. My kid is house and dog sitting for my ex. The dog gets into something and pukes in her crate, then sits in it. My ex is due home that night, and this will not go well. Kid calls me at work, frantic. She is going to her boyfriend's senior prom, and has fifteen minutes to get to her nail appointment. She knows well I am fine with most gross things, but I am horrible with puke. Horrible. But I am not going to leave her to the Wrath of Mom, so I head over. Also, my ex forgot to leave money (legitimately forgot), so can I help. Give her my last fifty bucks, explain tipping for nails (she gets then done about once a year). It takes me forever, because I have to keep stopping, but I get the crate cleaned, the dog bathed and dried.

Dog is fine, kid's nails are beautiful, and prom saved. Good Dad day.
Good daddying. That's a hell of a good sport.
 
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