June’s Entry
June’s Entry
Place: The bathroom in our home
Queen Z,
I can’t believe our daughter is off to college.
I thought I would be able to sleep, but knowing she’s gone is kind of fucking with me.
Hell, to know that Dio is frolicking in her crib makes me want to drive back up there and drag his knuckleheaded ass out of the apartment I’m paying for.
Z, man, I don’t like it. I smell something fishy.
Dio is a sneaky nigga. For all I know, they could be living together.
I do know that if something were to happen, he’d take care of her, as his life depends on it.
That nigga is going to push his limits to see to it that our baby is good.
Dionysus is a different kind of breed. He isn’t just a part of Zeus; he’s all of us wrapped into one, and I often wonder if that’s a good or bad thing.
I know you love him very much. You two have some sort of connection, and I’m still waiting for you to tell me why.
What did you two share to create this bond?
I won’t ask again… maybe I will... Look, either way, he needs a mother figure because his...
well, she’s not right in the head. Which makes me wonder about Samara’s family.
She doesn’t talk too much about them, and that’s the part I dwell on.
I know you’re saying, “She’s grown, June,” but is she?
I’ve been where she is, and I know the look of someone who’s been searching for a love they know they will never get.
It doesn’t matter how much you, me, and Dio give it to her; she will always be searching for the very thing that failed her.
Z, baby, I don’t know if this is part of growing as a man or if it’s because our kids are here now, but she is part of our family, she is a Calloway, and there is nothing that can change that.
Our daughter is really in college, and as I sit here and write this entry, all I can do is smile. No matter what, Z, protect our family.
I love you, from here to our Calloverse.
Signed,
Mr. Fucking Calloway
PS: By the time you read this, it’ll be a memory, but right now I’m about to devour some vegan pussy and take my ass to sleep.