Every night at dinner she slide that shyt in mad smooth.
“You remember that big head retarded boy? What’s his name again? Kenan? Kimon? Oh Kenyon. Boy working at the new wal-mart downtown. You know he gettin ‘bout 12 an hour now since the wage done went up.”
Then out of nowhere his pops just slams the fork on his plate,” god damn it Reggie! You’re 25 years old son! 25.
That boy dont know the difference between a skillet and a sock and already doin somethin for himself.
You wake up, spend all day at that damn computer. Doin god knows what, just snickering. He he he he. It’s been 5years and you talkin bout you doin job applications.
Ain’t no damn application that funny boy