Routines and Regrets

Sitting here on top of the building overlooking Green Ridge St., getting better at pinholing the fuckers in the eye at 30ft up and 25 ft away. The more we shoot, the more there seem to be. I'm tryin not to let the little one shoot too many, I'd like her to try and be a little kid a little longer, if that's even fucking possible at this point. Kinda hard to enjoy a simple game of catch in our fenced-in fort of a parking lot with those smelly fuckers a stones throw away. I'd say thank god for small favors, but with the state of things these days, I think that prick left his phone off the hook like a deadbeat with too many tax collectros callin. No pun intended, the DEADbeat part. Ha, fucking amazing what passes for a joke now, huh? I gotta go make B something to eat and then patrol our happy little shithole here before i put her to bed. I don't really sleep anymore anyway. As long as they're out there, I'm only closing one eye. That's all we can afford now. We gotta get moving soon - but where ...... more later ......I hope.