women are from mars. zombies are from penis.

With a yawn an kick an the flick of a flint this day started. (Damn it!! )I say this an not the. Because though it started like any other. It has become like none other pre or proceding.  So back to its dawn.To start the recored of events befallen me an mine this day to the dwan of next. 24 hours Jack Bauer would have sweated. And I wake&baked.

With the flick of a flint. I brought fire to it. To kick start the heart of what mattered. Only for a moment till the true matter of my life checked in (damn it)on her father to say. "leave for school in 30" with a look an a nod sure of the answer to come.

With a most merry of yes's is how i adressed it. Unfazed she turned an marched along to the rest of her teenage girl routine.

So shit shower no shave. No mans slave this day. Going on 7th day of vacation I was. And quite interested was I to see what the Dommies* had in store for me today.

[Dommies: 30 to 40 year old stay at home dads. Recently & reluctantly deposed for most. Blessedly so by others.]

There children are 5 an 6 years old an its as though most of them just found out about them today. How they behave or dont amongst peers. What they need. Were they need to be. And if there the kind that know were their going or need to be shown. Fathers are catagorized exactly the same but much greater the shame.

The Dommie apocolypse Taylor  jokingly referred. Little did I know. How prophetic her words this morning.

I've never kept a dairy before. (Damn it!)Not in high school for english or creative writing. Funny i think it no teacher ever perscribed the lesson. Besides i could hear the young boys crying. Those are for girls Ms. Fry. Yagoggles & acceptence speeches thats all us guys need. (Do you mean Eulogies?)

On who’s authority may i ask. Ms Fry retorts. Coaches! In unisyn half the boys respond. much to there amusment.

Wait. What? Were was i going with this. Oh yeah. I need to ask Taylor if i am doing this right. Its how Manning did it in the book i read of his. Namath too. An their hall of famers. Oh yeah an Tom Clancy too and he's like a brass ringer among the literary. Spelling bee second runner up. What? Who's bad? You know it, I no it and show it.BOYAA!!! handeld today an handeling this.

I feel like I'm just talking to myself a lot. But i am. And i do. So should I? (Damn it!)Who cares as long as i get a good laugh when i read this stoned.

I'm high on danger an anger and pride most of all right now. My little devil saved my ass as many times as i saved hers today.

Thank no one but my lack of respect for the rules and my daughters good grades. For when i sayed to her how bout a monday fun day. She respounded. Nothing of great importance in the days schedule. I doubt I'd be missed.

So around the roundabout we went. As the befudled Dommies looked to me as though there leader had just deserted them. Well at least there dealer. Of wisdom an (damn it)kind weed. I think I'm kinda killing this diary thing. Ann how.

Can I be frank? Yes. I am avioding the truth of our situation. Everyone we know is most likely dead. Assuredly unreachable. And it matters not. I have know direction less grave than another to travel. And no reason to travel at present. Safe for the moment is more than we could ask. It seems a break in the chaos has finally arrived. The first in over 6hrs. A new dawn rises. On my little lead devil 20 gauge in hand. Axe on her hip. Grenades she took of a dead guy pinned to her chest. If ever a blushing father was there...... Dawn Nov 14th 2016 signed Taylor Made aka RamonElcamino.  pcp. my spelling sucks dont it.(damn it!!) "PCP? Dad are you shiting me. Its PS" and do you know you think out loud?" No I didn't. Because every time I've tried to get into my groove today someone or something has interrupted me. "Well puff puff pass dad I got a long bucket list an little time" you ain't never smoked weed. Have you? "Nope before today I will never have blown a man's head off or smoked. Sinsemilla!! "