Date: 10.9.09
Time: 6:33 AM

mornin' fellas. name's bob.

those folks, from that stinkin' old town reckon i've got nothing in me. don't mind 'em. they obviously know nuthin'. they don't know me. they don't know my life. those people just sit back an' judge, they've got no idea what it's like.
if they were in my place. hah. they'll be further down in the dumps, i bet.

those kids, got nine of 'em, the last time i checked. the wife's gone, years back. how's a lone man gonna raise 'em children up?
if she sees our sorry state, she's gonna turn in her grave. i admit, i'm a terrible, terrible wreck. but what do ya' expect? life after her passin' has been tough.
half the time, folks see me in a drunken, senseless stupor. i know, i'm...nothing. wasting my life away, and probably that of the kids too.
i can see the disgust in the eyes of the townsfolk. even through the hazy dizziness, under the influence of the bottle, they think i'm trash. worthless.
my only hope that those children would be able to look past their failure of a father, and be able to show 'em folks that us ewell's won't put up with their pompousness, be humiliated, treated as animals.
but thats all but some elusive dream, hide an' seek, it is. is it just easier as it is? a decade of drink, ain't that simple to break away from ya' know?

so for now, i'm the nasty lowlife, bob. who cheats, abuses, and lies to anyone 'ere. drinkin' his guts out, livin' up the name.

its just simpler that way.

that's all for now, folks. 0have left cookies for me