Living life is easy. You place one foot forward of the other and do it all again.
Having kids is easy. You regret all you said and smack them out constantly.
And regret. And regret.
Education is easy. You read from a book and they listen.
The mrs screams and you yell, they laugh and cry, you smoke and she dreams.
Men are so romantic.
They desire some whore and imagine a princess then they get married and have all the kids that they then learn to despise the mother who bore all the things that he
Men *will* have children
No one knows what’s in their heads.