The Bad Mom

I was having a Portland moment; sitting on a porch, smoking a “J” with my buddy “J” on a rare sunny day in December.   The smiles on our faces turned to frowns when a police car rolled by and the “J” caught his eye.  He wrote us a ticket and took away our fun, then threatened my baby to foster care and me behind bars.

Hmmm….a full 8 hours of sleep, lesbian sex, cooked meals with free government childcare.  Sounds like a vacation.  When he’s older and throwing a fit, I’ll threaten to send him back to his foster family.  He’ll talk-back and say, “Good, at least they let me watch T.V and eat McDonalds!”

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