I stand in front of the car in the lot and think, It’s all my fault. I forced my family to move to a place where we will be strangers. The weather will be good and the air beautiful, but my boys and sweet wife will know no-one.

In just seconds, my mind says we’ll be homeless.

Then I think, go away old self. You know nothing except what you know. Get out of here. My children know better. My wife is too good.

Fuck you, morning craziness. Fuck you.