Carlos Chávez
Shit.
I'm fucked.
Do I gotta pay child support?
I bet you that bitch poked a hole in the condom.
Out of anyone I could've knocked up, why did it have to be a druggie.
Do I gotta pay more if the kid comes out retarded?
I don't know what to do.
I'm not ready to be a father.
I can't do this.
She's 5 months in and only decides to tell me now.
She's against the idea of abortion.
I can't raise a kid, I'm not ready.
I'm not ready.
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Jack Parker
I decided to skip work.
I mean fuck it.
The only problem was that I didn't know what to do.
I decided to just hop in my car and drive until I got an idea.
As I drove past the river, it reminded me of when I was a little boy and my father would take me to this river and we would just fish for hours.
So, here I am.
I'm standing on the docks, fishing pole in hand.
I haven't caught anything yet.
I sit on the edge of the dock, and I set my pole on my lap.
I start a Tinder profile.
Maybe I can find someone.
After I finish making my profile, I swipe left and right, hoping to make a match.
I feel my pole tug. I grip on and quickly reel in, oh its a big one!
"C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!"
"Yes!"
I reel the fish in, and it's pretty big!
As I tie it up, I hear my phone notification go off.
I check it, and someone has matched with me!
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