My phone addiction has reached critical mass.

I'm now a crack head. I'm a junkie. And it's ironic because my job in this family

is to take away screens from children and get them in my lock box.

Which, by the way, gets more intense every day.

This morning, I see them skulking around at 6.30 in the morning, the youngest one,

trying to build a wall not to keep on immigrants, but a wall of pillows that can get up to the

lock box where all the screens are locked away. I don't know what you're going to do when you get

up there, shrimp. Pick the lock. Good luck with that. And I also got to get the kids away from this,

especially my middle son there, from this game fortnight. And when you take it away,

holy shit do you ever realize what a drug this is? I mean, he'll be in a bad mood for a day and a half

because there's no screens at all now, Monday to Thursday. So I take it away, Sunday, he knows

he's about to go into withdrawal systems as a dumb chick once said to me. So it's like it's the

last hit for a junkie. You know, when he's going to prison, they'll do a nice little skin pop

with the syringe, right at right at rikers. I'm going with a good buzz. That's his Sunday nights.

And you think, dude, I'm not taking away your insulin, you diabetic. You're not going to die,

but it's a it's a brutal addiction with these kids. And the problem too is you take it away and

they just go to their friends house and play it. But what am I going to do? And I'm just as bad.

If there's an excuse I can find, like the kids are bouncing on the trampoline or something,

I can see them on I have cameras all over the property. So I can see them bouncing. I know I'm safe.

I could be fixing something in the house or here's the crucial thing. Having a deep thought,

just having a thought. But I'm not I'm just flipping through stuff. Some of it's important.

Some of it's major deals. Sometimes I'm organizing tours. My most recent job that pays very,

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