I love you all. I am so empty now. Why finish the garage? Why do any of it? The classic cars are now bargaining chips towards the negotiated settlement. The furniture, everything is nothing. Why do any work on anything. I can't even keep the tractor I cut the lawn with, everything's a chip.

I have lost interest in everything except my kids. The rest of it is just possessions to divide up.



“Character is destiny” Heraclitus