Today Erika (my girlfriend-age 23) and I took her niece and nephew (ages 9 & 11) swimming at a public pool in Eagle Rock. On our way out, we crossed paths with a jovial drunken man—he assured us he was no longer a homeless man because he now lived in a mansion provided by Section 8. He wished me a happy father’s day as he waved his nearly empty 40oz. He then told me to have a good day and he hoped I’d get everything I wanted. He punctuated this statement, “But you already got everything: your wife and kids.”
I didn’t dare shatter his misconstrued fantasy, but gave him his dap and drove home with “my family”.