on me

what’s that brother ah your’s all upset ’bout…comin’ in here today tellin’ me what ta’ do….gotta have it his way,the old man took a swig of Pepsi…looked at the TV show…a live audience laughing at a guy getting hit in the groin with a whiffle-ball bat…

pop…he’s just concerned…that’s all…concerned…

’bout what…lookin’ at my check -book…my finances..my business…what does he want anyways, turned the sound down…took another drink, it’s a control thing ain’t it…

no dad…they just want you to cut back a little…say you spend too much…it’s a concern pop…a concern…

right…I see what’s goin’ on..I see…they wanna put me away don’t they…in some group home or somethin’…someplace where they wash my ass and give me pills…

no pop…not the case…not now…not now…

so they are thinking that way…what the hell gives them the right…that wife of his is behind this…never trusted her…I’ll bet she’s not plotting against her folks…

nobody’s plotting dad…no plots…trust me…

you…trust you…uh…OK…you say so…

hey…listen…don’t start with me…got it…don’t start..sacrifices have been made old man…sacrifices have been made…

what the hell you know about sacrifice…

listen…i’m done with this…this pop…done…no more…life is on hold pop.. 

don’t you take that car…I’m tellin’ you boy…

what…what…call the cops on the one kid who takes care of you seven fucking days a week…

I don’t need you…I’m fine alone…

you clueless fuck…you wasted life…you want something done for you…call that daughter of your’s…the one who never picks up the phone…who never drops by…call that son of yours running a fool’s errand instead of taking care of the old man…call him…, eyes were met…quiet,…i’m the last bastion of hope you got…i’m it…go figure…right..right…

the old man turned-up the TV twenty decimals…spoke loudly…, I don’t need you…just go…just go…

and i left…drove up north along backroads…highways with high beems hittin’me…the interstate past weigh stations and 24 hour McDonald’s…nowhere to go…nowhere…scared to exit…

got home early that mornin’…the old man sacked-out in the Lazyboy…snorin’ away…a crusted mouth with drool drippin’…TV on…a newsman predicting impending doom…

when d’ya get back…

just now…

wanna go get an egg McMuffin…

sure pop…sure…

I got a coupon here somewhere..

I got it pop…on me…it’s on me…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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