Daughter Disaster

     I cannot leave this earth without leaving behind some of my thoughts on the biggest failure and disappointment of my life, which was abandoning my daughter, Jessica, when she was only three months old. I left Jessica and her mother, Darci, and the small but cozy two-story home with a lovely garden and jacuzzi in the city heights neighborhood of San Diego, in the fall of 1987.

     My reason for leaving can be summed up in one word: dumbshit. Perhaps two words: horny dumbshit. Three is better: horny selfish dumbshit. Let's try four: horny selfish foolish dumbshit. What about five: horny selfish foolish reckless dumbshit. An even six: horny selfish foolish reckless psychotic dumbshit. I'm not a religious man, in fact I'm an atheist, but perhaps the best seven words to sum up my decision to walk away from my near perfect life are: You shall not covet thy neighbor's wife.