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  • I will admit to you I didn't plan it. You don't live 35 years of you life making music, traveling, drinking, smoking, and telling everyone you ever come into contact with you are never, NEVER having kids. To one day wake up out of the blue with a pregnant girlfriend numbly trying to decide who will be angry if they don't get some warning before the stunner Facebook post comes out.

    This isn't suppose to happen!

    Lots of things aren't suppose to happen, but they do, and you deal. Abortion? Not an option for us, not that we are particularly religious but we are decent enough, capable of caring for and loving a child, so to wastebasket it doesn't feel justifiable.

    So lets take the plunge, change the whole course and trajectory of our lives, watch it develop, go from an "it" to a"he", to Cale. Watch our son born.

    Almost 1 year later and I can barely remember what the old me was like. It's just a hazy fog of repetitive days, leading to repetitive nights, all trudging forward to an inevitable end. None of which matters, who I was will never be as important is who I am now.

    I am someone's dad.
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