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My wife deserves someone better.

Someone who wakes at 6, runs 5 miles, starts breakfast, and then goes to work at General Motors or Bank of America all day where he pulls down 250K so that she can drive a Mercedes to her tennis lessons at the club. Someone safe. Someone stable.

But instead, she has me.

A risk-taking alcoholic daydreamer from questionable stock who doesn’t like to cook and who would rather sleep in a little than attack a day. An observer. A scribe.

So we wake up, kiss goodbye, and drive our old cars to work every day.

In America.

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Jim Mitchem

Yeah, That's My Kid
Slavery - A Poem

Jim Mitchem

Writer. Father to daughters. Husband. Ad man. Raised by wolves. @jmitchem on twitter. First novel, Minor King, out now.

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