Education
My mom wanted me to work after high school. Work. Full-time for a piece of paper, that determines how successful I am in life. What the fuck am I doing? Dad had a son at fifteen. They called him out of freshmen anatomy class over the loudspeaker and said “Roach your son is being born in medical center”. He obviously learned a lot in that class, but it was the last one he ever attended. He had three kids after that and he only knows three; aren’t we lucky? My dad worked at K-Mart in the jewelry section until he got caught stealing gold to buy diapers. Now, he works security…My mom is a waitress. Both scrubbed toilets at one point in their life and threw their hands down the drain like their relationship. Dad moved on; mom didn’t. Dad was a rolling stone: that fucking phrase is cliché and stupid, but he was what he was, always hard and kept moving. He moved to the country. Mom moved to a basement. Noting makes them feel more alive than wishing the other one was dead.
(2014)
