RED, THE BLOOD OF ANGRY MEN
TEA, A DRINK WITH JAM AND BREAD
heLP I DON’T KNOW WHICH TUNE TO SING IT IN
SO LONG, FAREWELL, AUF WEIDERSENG GOOD BYE.
LOOK DOWN, LOOK DOWN, YOU’RE HERE UNTIL YOU DIE.
As a writer, my only possible claim to anyone’s attention is honesty. Or maybe I’m wrong.
So many true words in such a short time. At least, I think so, and what more do you want?
Well, that title pretty much says it all. John Williams is going to score the much-anticipated and much-feared Episode VII. And right now, he and JJ Abrams alone might make up for whatever cameo Carrie Fisher has.
My brother is graduating from college this May, and both my father and mother will be there (along with me).
My mother is good at planning trips ahead of time, and does so. This is good. But my father is much more last minute and still working out the details of dinners.
Now, my parents being divorced, they don’t talk much. So (surprise!) they both reserved dinner with me on the Saturday night.
After saying to them this is something that they need to work out themselves, I’ve been told that there is no working out between them. They simply cannot work together, and all I can say is JESUS CHRIST IT’S ONE STINKING DINNER CAN’T YOU ACT LIKE NORMAL CIVILIZED ADULTS FOR ONCE WHEN YOU HAVE TO DEAL WITH EACH OTHER?? WHY DOES IT ALWAYS DEVOLVE INTO A STUPID PISSING CONTEST??
Why is it that, whenever my parents have to decide something between themselves, I’m brought in as the impartial moderator and the only one acting like a fucking adult?