My Son is Moonlair360, and He Has Over 100 Times the Followers I Have
Now we just have to get his car out of impound in L.A.
I have a tattoo on my arm that says, “I told Blake.” It is a not-so-subtle way to say to my son, “I told you so,” 24/7, without having to actually say it.
I don’t get to say it out loud to him often, now that he’s 6'5" with long turquoise dreads and lives in Los Angeles, a few thousand miles away.
Recently, I had the opportunity to say it, but I refrained. His car was impounded by the LAPD while he was here helping me after I broke both ankles. Apparently the LAPD is notorious for impounding cars. Like they have nothing better to do.
Both a writer friend and two friends who work in movies say getting your car impounded in L.A. is a rite of passage.
His car registration was out because it was a huge hassle to register it in California since it was originally registered in Texas. He loaned it to his friend to drive while he was here with me. It will cost him over $1,500 to get it out of the impound and registered. I did text him that registering it on time would only have cost $63.
I can already hear all the dads and some of the moms reading this and saying,
