So today, I was about to get in the car to drive to the football, but I changed my mind at the last minute, and thought I would stay at home and have a nice day with the wife. You know, for the better. But when I walked back through the front door I found a conspicuous letter laying on the mat. I opened up the letter and to my surprise, it was from a young boy named Emmanuel Lewis who claims to be...My Black Son!!! Not only that he turned up 5 minutes later out of the blue and wants to live with me and my family. I don't even remember sleeping with his mother, but apparently I did. So there it is then. My Black Son is coming to stay.
It's late, I've gotten home late again and barely drove back. I am tired. My eyes are slowely closing shut. I'm off to dream land. I wish everyone a good sleep. Good night boxingscene.
I have awoken from a so-so sleep. I had a few things waking me up. People show no respect for the tired these days. I won't be able to function properly today. I still feel tired but I don't want to go back to bed again. We will see what challenges today brings us. Good Morning boxingscene..
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