Can You Tell Me Why You're Such An A*****e?A Chapter by DavidRyanM
Those are the words my mother spoke to me on her fifty-fifth birthday.
My brothers looked at me, apparently waiting for an answer as well.
My Grandpa was sitting in his rocking chair, a "Happy birthday" hat
rested on top of his toupe that rested on top of a face that didn't
care what we were all talking about. The clock seemed louder
than usual in the silence. I slipped the d***o I had purchased slowly
back into the bag I had brought it in. I started to explain myself and then
thought better of it. "See you at Thanksgiving," I said. When trying to return
the d***o, the clerk laughed at me, and then got angry. "What are you, some
kind of a*****e?" he asked. "I think I might be," I answered.
© 2011 DavidRyanM
Added on January 13, 2011
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