Today I discovered I am a domesticated man. A tamed man. How I got to this conclusion: it’s 11:57 PM and I’m baking corn bread. I’m married with a 6 year old girl, so yes, I’m a man like any other that lives around domesticated. I discovered that the domesticated life it’s no so bad, but it’s funny how our breed became from an animal that run freely in the city at his own fate, to an animal that answers to commands and sometimes swallows it’s own thoughts in benefit of it owner.