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Hello,

I had forgotten about this place. I do things I wouldn't normally do when I get bad. My head gets stuffed with cotton and the walls close in. I start feeling like an animal about to be shot and it knows it. So, making this was a spur-of-the-moment thing. So were the things I said. I don't think I meant the bad things. I hope I didn't. It is hard for me to make sense of things in my head.

I don't know why I am back here. I guess I felt drawn to it. Evan is around 4 months old now. I don't know what to make of him, but I think so far he's a cool ol' guy. He likes the butternut squash baby food the best. I think he looks a lot like Stevie, if her head was all potato shaped. I can't tell her I think our son looks like a potato. I love her too much. I don't know how she puts up with me. She is a golden woman. She loves to take pictures of me when I'm not looking. That is the one thing I don't like, but when I see her smile I decide I'm okay with it. She has unique teeth. She doesn't like them, but I think they suit her perfectly. I haven't had much time to put on records or listen to my Walkman with all of the baby things. I know that's all apart of the job, though. I'm curious to see who Evan will become. I hope I can be a good father to him. I'll feed him lots of butternut squash, the real thing.