My son and I had a long talk about how awesome Chad is and how we really need to be doing even more for him.
We went through our budget and realized that if we moved to a studio apartment in a less desirable part of town, gave up eating out, and started buying all of our clothes from thrift shops, we could have a couple hundred dollars a month that could go to Chad. This meant that my son would have to sleep on the floor and wouldn’t have his own room any more but he said he didn’t mind since he spent most of his waking hours working.
I had recently inherited a little bit of money from a relative, and I was planning to save it for a rainy day, but after discussing it with my son, we agreed it would be better spent on buying Chad a new truck. His current one was already a year old, and he deserved a brand new one. We went out the next day and bought the truck. I told my son he could have the honor of presenting Chad with the keys to his new vehicle. He went to Chad’s place at around 4 and knocked on his door. Chad was wearing only underwear and looked a little sweaty.
“Hey Chad, I have something for you.” my son said, and handed him the keys. “Your new truck is parked outside.”
“Oh yeah, thanks,” said Chad, as if my son had said he had picked up a burger and fries from McDonald’s and had brought some for him too. Then Chad gave my son a “playful” punch in the arm (Chad’s “playful” punches tended to leave bruises that took weeks to heal) and said “OK, now get lost, fag, I have a girl over.”
WHen he got home, I asked him how it went. “I think he was happy with it Dad!”
“Good job son” I said and gave him a quick hug. “Hey you better get going or your going to be late for your shift!”
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