[Event Post]

[ogrewarrior]

A man sits on a park bench, holding his head. He looks like he might be walking off a three month bender of pitchers of gin, shame, and regret. There might have been some whiskey in there too. He rubs at his face as he stares up at the sun, winces, and looks back down. 

"...what... What the hell did I do?"

Comments

[ogrewarrior.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. I might have also found a few long lost kids of mine, but eh, that ain't that important."

[beastkingnaoma.livejournal.com]

"..How many is a few. Like twelve?"

[ogrewarrior.livejournal.com]

"Ain't that many, shit. Just... One already here, but I don't think she realizes it. Then I think there's another from that island my son and I took a vacation to. Some woman there keeps calling and screaming at me about responsibility."

[beastkingnaoma.livejournal.com]

"You know, eventually your kids are be able to beat you up just through numbers."

[ogrewarrior.livejournal.com]

"Sweet. I'll welcome that. Maybe I won't get so bored with 'em that way."

[beastkingnaoma.livejournal.com]

"...When they do get together and kick your ass, at least there'll be no doubt you deserve it."