I see men, sitting on their porches every evening,rain or shine.
I had to think about what they’re doing…
Until… Eureka.
They’re getting away from their three spastic children.
They’re cracking a beer and lighting a cigarette, and staring off into the distance.
Everyday.
Rain or shine.
On the porch.
Get up, go to work, come home, shower, go sit on the porch..
Just can’t handle all those little voices yelling at them..
Tough guy.
Construction truck.
Can’t handle life without a little peace and quiet…
Feel ya dude 😎
dawn 