A few years ago I used to hang out with a white girl with a bob, neck tatto, a baby daddy in jail, and a two year old.
I didn't have good taste, I like(d) sex, and I make bad decisions.
When I moved up here they stayed with me for a hot minute as a favor, which also ended up a mistake.
So now every time there's a school emergency, closing, or bus missed I get a call. How I ended up an emergency contact without my approval or knowledge is beyond me. But on the other hand if the worst of things happened to that kid I'm probably the most responsible option.
------ “There is no fate that cannot be surmounted by scorn.” -Albert Camus