H. Foley

Mm-hmm.

kippy the new dad was wide awake keeping an eye on little kipperino so he didn't scarf down all the cookies he baked a perfect irish baby cheeks chubby and red eyes blue like the sea and just like his daddy not a single hair on his head tootie was bombed cigarette and highball in hand she was honestly so up it was a christmas miracle she could stand

They were all waiting for the bug man to show up, who left hours ago for a pizza.

He's probably coked up to the gills and halfway to Ibiza.

It's been up and down with this guy almost all year long.

He thought the past was behind him, but boy, was he wrong.

L.A.

was brutal and Boston was rough.

Then the boys put their foot down and said, enough is enough.

Just then the door flew open and Bugman appeared with a pizza and beer.

It was him and his best pal, Ryan Diesel.

No drugs, no gear, just smiles on their faces and presents and cheer.

My apologies, boys.

But traffic got bad and we stopped by the cemetery so I could finally say goodbye to my dad.

But the pizza's still hot.

Let's all grab a plate.

I'm sorry again that I showed up so long and so late.

Lukey woke up, rubbing his eyes to grab something to eat.

Little Kipperino took his baba.

He squeezed his daddy's hand as he wiggled his feet.