cats in the cradle

When I was in the eighth grade, my oldest brother Nhan, my parents and my mom's sister (thirty something at the time) went to pick my brother Quoc up in Boulder, Co. It's about an eight hour trip on a normal bladder, twenty four on my aunts. At the time, I thought my body and I went into an irrevocable contract to not ever be like my aunt.

I just turned thirty-six two weeks ago. Been on the comp for an hour and am about to go on my third bathroom break.

If life offers you a lemon, make lemonade. Too bad it doesn't mention anything about pissing it out every five minutes.