Quit F’ing Around and Give Us Our Son
Excerpted from my upcoming book, A Lonely Fools Masterpiece:
I’d painted my wife into my life. Time to paint us a child. We still had seven long months ahead of us. BRING US A HEALTHY BABY, AND BRING IT NOW was the message I sought to ring in the ears of the collective unconscious. This message was no longer a request. It was a demand. Time to storm into God’s office and tell him to quit fucking around and give us our child.