His hands slapped the two pieces of rye together in some bountiful carb-prayer. You might argue that the exaggerated way in which he licked the mayonnaise from his fingers invited and/or suggested related capacities – and you would win that argument.
Dad made me an awesome sandwich last night while you were out looking for kindling wood. The instructions you received were simple: Make a fire, as there will be lovemaking by the fireplace tonight. It was -20° out there, and the raccoons were still working on Kelly. You said "please," which is neither a realistic word or a complete sentence.
The sandwich was rendered in a sensual yet utilitarian way. This is one of the many talents Dad has. His hands slapped the two pieces of rye together in some bountiful carb-prayer. You might argue that the exaggerated way in which he licked the mayonnaise from his fingers invited and/or suggested related capacities – and you would win that argument.
Your verbal entry back into the house, as indignant and pouty as it was, did not fully communicate the complexities of how you must have been feeling. This is due to your slight autism, which Dad still has difficulty accepting. I told him from behind "Jonathan is retarded I think," and his reply was "deeper." We finished the conversation without words, but with the intense facial expressions of animals in pain.
Your useless shadow paste, had it not been smeared on the wall, would have been lying supine on the floor, for its knees had been shattered. Still, it cried – the way the absence of light cries when met with a dying star. Dad patted your shadow's quivering contour, or at least tried to. "I'm so confused right now," Dad said, before I put the sock back into this mouth. Dad's Toyota is a smooth ride. I took it to the grocery store for some cabbage and drove it into the river.
Dad has a nice personality and sense of rhythm – and let's not forget that awesome sandwich. I give Dad five-out-of-five stars, or a "thumbs in." His return policy is in a plastic bag, if and when he stops being nice. His rectum policy is negotiable. A steady diet of retard son has made both his will and sphincter pliable, which is "good," a word I'm delighted to use in this age of moral relativity.
Jimmy Chen works at a large institution where he enjoys writing. He can be found online at jimmychenchen.com.
