Can't they just live in the crawl space

i miss my son. He misses me too. I also miss my ma. Because missing my son leads me to wanting to call my ma. Which leads to no where, cuz I can't call my ma, because she died. Which leads to more shit. (prescription drugs kill folks)

Like I can't call my aunts cuz they don't know me like that. Which leads to me thinking about my granny....which leads to how I had different grandparents then my cousins did. They have Granny Muchmore stories, or Grandpa Ike stories. I have Granpa Hous and Grandmother Dyer stories. They were the best grandparents ever. Never treated me like I was someone else's kid.....Which leads me to Kyle is a senior, he is going to be leaving soon......

So....that is where my thoughts have lead me today. It all ends back up at, I miss my kid.

Can't they just live in the crawl space. I will drop down porn, Twizzlers and Sunny D.

I miss my kid. I also think watching Toy Story 3 8 times in four days didn't help the situation