In: Journal
7 Aug 2004I am about to go pick up my ex and bring him here to stay for a couple of days while we find him a shelter or someplace better than the streets of El Cajon. Why? because he had his pancreas, half of his stomach and several feet of intestine removed three weeks ago while in custody on a drug arrest, and they released him on Thursday with no place to go.
Don’t get me wrong; I have no love for this guy. He’s bad news no matter how you look at him. He lies, he steals and he probably stinks. But he’s my son’s father, and what our justice and medical systems have done is inconscionable.
Two days, that’s it.
I'm not really famous. In case you were wondering. But I tried. I once believed that fame makes you real - a perversion of "The Velveteen Rabbit" theme that love makes you real. Guess I equated fame with love. Sad. You can read more about that here.