The Sheriff’s Secret Police. That ridiculous drawbridge. The City Council. Night Vale Daily Journal that broke into my house, kidnapped me and ate my pudding. That damn turkey.
I don’t know, take your pick.
✍ - Story from your childhood.
My mother left my dad on my 15th birthday. They let me go to the zoo by myself to celebrate, but I came home early because I couldn’t get in for free anymore and I quite liked to save my fingers. Anyway I came home to my father just drinking all the milk and milk byproducts—it was illegal at the time—and my mom was gone.
He put a hand on my shoulder, gross sobbing and breathing milky breath on me and was like “Son…”, and then he broke into tears, put another hand on my shoulder, collected himself, said to me and I quote: “Your mother left, she took all the gloves. It’s only you and me now.” By this point he was completely messed up and he put his third hand on my face, told me to get him some gloves.
That was when I decided I should move out.
Sometimes I have one too many Caramel Macchiato to drink to cope with all this nonsense.
I prefer not to disclose their names for it might get them into more troubles than they already are in.
