I'm always a minute too late to the punchline, the food is always cold when he gets to the table, his height changes the minute I etch it into the persimmon tree.
I’m growing as a person, learning a lot about myself and how my past experiences have impacted me. I’m reevaluating what’s worked for me and what hasn’t.
You stare at him. One beat passes. Two. This cannot be happening.
On Facebook people are even angrier and it’s more real, because if you’re on Facebook in 2022 you don’t care what people think of you.
I wanted once before to honk my horn against the swastika that he’d drawn on the poster board he got from the Dollar General, but I had the horn’s fuse pulled as a wild experiment in radical pacifism.
Life isn’t fair.
“This sucks,” I yell, and what I mean by “this” is everything.