Now that he’s a teenager, I can’t use my age to beat him up anymore, but he doesn’t realize that towering over me isn’t going to work either.
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“Yeah…because you did,” he says, reaching the end of the couch to block the fifty-inch flat screen TV in front of me. “You think I’d piss on your bed like an animal?” “What the fuck, Ethan?” I’m committed to selling my outrage, so I start to raise my voice. “You fucking pissed on my bed!” he says as he kicks an empty Cheerios box that lands in front of the recliner on top of Dad’s knee-high checkered socks with gaping holes in the heels. I’m playing dumb from my place on the couch with just a hint of attitude to really sell it. “Are you fucking kidding me?” Ethan says as he presses his thumb to his index finger and waves it around. A staircase in front of the doorway is always bad luck. Italians are crazy superstitious, so I’m surprised Mom moved here. I toss the PlayStation controller on the table, and he lands on the shag carpet by the front doorway. I am sitting on an ugly green couch in my parents’ living room as Ethan crashes down the stairs.
By now, the Adderall has worn off, and the classroom discussion about the Aeneid has drifted away with it. Teeth clashing, a smile pushing gums back into another smile Have you ever looked up at 2 people kissing Hearing the sounds of flesh hitting flesh Have you ever been standing in a room of people clapping Sucked it out till you tasted metallic flavored ex-lovers Have you ever bit your lip so hard you bled I hope the restaurant you work at burns down and i hope in your nightmares I hope your sisters know you’re sleazy and i hope your mom thinks you’re a fake Smoking out the window in the no smoking roomĪnd the uber ride back home at 4:30 in the morning Drinking wine till my teeth are spattered red
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