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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