“The trailer-park girls you grew up with get knocked up on Boone’s Farm and meth all the time. What’s your excuse?” he asked without looking up from his phone.
Their fights kept a lot of people in business.
You can try screwing cabinets straight into drywall, but even with anchors they won’t hold. Making a baby just to shut your wife up won’t hold up either.
If justice existed in the world her head would spontaneously combust.
Sometimes you’ve just got to eat shit, for the kids.
If God wanted those awful, awful people to have a kid they’d have one. Who am I to go against that?
John would like us to know the following:
John Raisor is some dude from Kentucky that writes marketing copy to feed his fiction habit. He is serializing this story at occamsraisor.substack.com.
And Thank You. I’ll look for the rest of the story.
