The wolf pack welcomes back its alpha male.
I think my friends are overreacting somewhat. So I don't party as much as I once did. In fact, I cannot remember the last time I've gone out with the boys. I adopted my daughter two years ago and it's taken me this long to get my life geared toward being a father. I had been working two jobs the entirety of those two years and have only recently settled in a more rewarding career. As I sat before them It did not escape me how much I sounded like my father.
My friends were not against my decision to adopt my child. In fact, when it seemed the little girl had run out of options I had made a very responsible and selfless decision to offer up my own life for her. My friends reminded me how they all stepped in and helped me through that difficult time. They loved my daughter as well and felt like co-fathers.
My friends warned me that my 30th birthday was fast approaching. I had well earned the right to enjoy my remaining years of youth. Perhaps we could recapture those iconic days when we owned the town and women swooned! They admitted the hunt had never been the same without me in front leading the prowl. I felt eyes upon me from behind. Those of you that have read my works that mentioned my daughter know well by now that she is an adept eavesdropper. I confided that no intervention would be complete without all parties affected weighing in. I invited my daughter to come sit with us.
I was impressed at how well she presented herself. She reminded everyone that it had been addicted and partying that led to those tragic events before her adoption. She also cited that I had only recently turned from the brink of alcoholism when she came into my life. How many times had the pack prowled themselves into jail for drunken debauchery? She suggested they take a closer look at their alpha male. He remained as powerful a presence as ever. Except now, young ladies no longer shuddered uneasily when he loped by. They now know him to be a tamed and gentle provider.
My friends conceded to her wisdom. It seemed their leader had made the best decision for his life. My presence among them only reminded them of their own fast approaching adulthood. Soon they all would be tamed. My very wide daughter proposed a solution.
Meridian, Mississippi is what most considers a retirement community. It's true the city representative would consider a predominant population over 50 years of age the ideal. There remain only a few night clubs here and the police sit like predators across the street every weekend. They follow you all the way home even if you are legal to drive. My pack agreed the perils of the prowl were many and they had each narrowly escaped capture. My daughter suggested they needed a designated responsible party to lead them in the hunt.
My friends agreed this would be the best compromise. I really had no desire to return to my days of debauchery. But I had missed my friends and the adventures we shared. If I was committed to the task, it would bring the pack back together and work well for everyone. My daughter told them of a program her class had covered in school. The designated responsible party program offers certain incentives to those that agree to remain 100% sober and serve as the responsible party for others. A bright orange sticker goes on the bumper and the driver agrees to speak with an officer at any time during the course of the night. It was settled.
Over the next few weeks I ran with the pack as often as I could. I had actually enjoyed the police attention and learned they consider the designated drivers sort of an extension of the law. I developed a sort of pride to be doing my part to keep my friends safe and the community as well. Freed from the prospect of capture, my pack stepped up their ferociousness and raided the night clubs mercilessly. Many young ladies swooned again!
Previously Posted on FullofKnowlege.com
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