talking with his brother Irish
twin on the telephone about their aged father
. . . an he tells
me whatever
Whatever?
Jah Canya believe it I detest tha
I can
remember the first time my eldest rolled tha out on me
Bout lost my shit
Told her stand right there Id be back
I gathered the other kids an wife
We returned to the livingroom
Pay fuckin attention
This
one told me whaever
Youre welcome to abuse each other if you wish
Use it talkin to me
Ill rein hell
down on your head
That work?
On occasion they slipped
And?
They were so rare I wasnt a cuntcoud have been wasnt
I dislike it too, although I wouldn’t
have expected it out of Dad.
Not at all
Nearly blew my mind
But he was correct, Friday. You didn’t nail down the date.
On a Tuesday a Friday if not the forthcoming Friday would have been appropriate he said not this
Friday next
He’s eigh . .
. . Quit Quit with tha excuse
Someones age is only a calendar event
Ones age is how
old they are in their head
No matter.
Im not a fan of no matter either
What?
You gonna rein hell down on my head?
No
Not travelin twothousand miles to deliver tha
they laughed
Know whaelse I detested Never used it with my kids
Oh. Your detest runs deep.
Rooted in my childhood
Because
Remember when the folks woud cut us short Because
Ohshit, yeah. I wasn’t keen on that eithe
. .
.
. But
yawanna know wha I detested more than
tha
chuckled This ought to be a doozy.
When they said Because
I said
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1221, Monday,
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