No matter how well prepared I think I am to be a modern adult at least once a year I'm reminded that there is a hurt child inside who is needy and waiting to get out. When the door opens and he is able to escape he cries loudly like a neglected and often abused offspring. Last night my child decided to pay an unexpected visit.

He burst through my doors when he saw a crack. "I am abandoned!", he yelled. His assimilation of my emotional/chemical structure was immediate and complete. All rational went out of my head while my heart began pumping veraciously to keep up its new pace. I tried to drown my child in a haze of cannabis but his will was stronger. I begged the universe to provide me with relief or at least with better drugs. My fruitless prayers heeded no end to my suffering as my child kept pointing out that I was abandoned. Was I truly abandoned? Not really, no. This didn't matter though. The child was in control.

As I write the child has grown tired from staying up too late but like any child fights all attempts to be put to bed. His scream has grown to a grumble. I am still left in a world of hurt and emotion but I feel the adult regaining control. I've heard you little Sandro. Don't worry. It's safe. I'll be sure to let you out to play more. I have so much to show and teach you. Hush now. Go to sleep.