Introduction

The other day I was cruising along the Washington D.C beltway in my Toyota Tacoma while jamming to hip-hop instrumentals produced by J.Dilla.  All my windows were down, music was cranked way up and I was enjoying every minute of freedom from my crazy kids. 

My little man had wifey and I up every hour (on the hour).  It was insane but in this moment… in this precious minute of life… I felt alive for the first time in a long time.

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My truck smoothly crested over a hill and I squinted as the sun broke the clouds and covered my face with golden glory. 

Earlier today my wife asked me to run an errand and I gladly took up her offer.  I embraced this welcome opportunity to abscond from parental prison and I refused to look back. 

Now, don’t get me wrong, I love my kids but damn it,...