“I can’t do this anymore…” I walked over to a bench and sat down. Dad followed me and sat next to me.
“Yes, you can, Kevin.”
“Dad, I have absolutely no grasp of anything. I don’t know what’s real or not real. I don’t know who’s my friend and who’s my enemy. I don’t know why I’m here, I don’t know how to get to Christian. I’m screwed. I’m stuck.” I put my head in my hands and started to cry. Dad put his hand on my head.
Relax, Son.
NOOOOOOO!!!!!
Relax, Kevin.
No, no. I don’t believe this. This isn’t real.
I’m sorry, Kevin. I’m sorry you had to find out this way.
I have no idea what’s real anymore.
It’s a tough deal. Your mom and I were hoping it wouldn’t have to be this way.
‘What’ wouldn’t have to be this way?
Kevin, its gonna be hard for a little while.
No shit.
Just listen, Son. Just listen.
Any other sage advice?
Yeah………Relax.
“Listen” and “relax” are the answers, huh?
They’re part of it, yes.
Um, good to know. How about some explanation regarding the telepathy?
Silence.
Motherfucking goddamn piece of shit fucking bullshit.
Just relax, Kevin.
Whatever.
“Feeling a little better, Son?” Dad asked.
“WhatEVER…,” My fuse was about as short as it was going to get.
“Understand a little better now?” He almost sounded like a grammar school teacher.
“I guess…,” I grumbled, looking up at the sky. My dad motioned to my mom. She walked over, gave me a big hug, and looked up in to my eyes.
“We love you, Kevin. That’s all that matters.”
“You guys and Jesus, right?”
Catching on fast.
Fuck me.
“Yes, you can, Kevin.”
“Dad, I have absolutely no grasp of anything. I don’t know what’s real or not real. I don’t know who’s my friend and who’s my enemy. I don’t know why I’m here, I don’t know how to get to Christian. I’m screwed. I’m stuck.” I put my head in my hands and started to cry. Dad put his hand on my head.
Relax, Son.
NOOOOOOO!!!!!
Relax, Kevin.
No, no. I don’t believe this. This isn’t real.
I’m sorry, Kevin. I’m sorry you had to find out this way.
I have no idea what’s real anymore.
It’s a tough deal. Your mom and I were hoping it wouldn’t have to be this way.
‘What’ wouldn’t have to be this way?
Kevin, its gonna be hard for a little while.
No shit.
Just listen, Son. Just listen.
Any other sage advice?
Yeah………Relax.
“Listen” and “relax” are the answers, huh?
They’re part of it, yes.
Um, good to know. How about some explanation regarding the telepathy?
Silence.
Motherfucking goddamn piece of shit fucking bullshit.
Just relax, Kevin.
Whatever.
“Feeling a little better, Son?” Dad asked.
“WhatEVER…,” My fuse was about as short as it was going to get.
“Understand a little better now?” He almost sounded like a grammar school teacher.
“I guess…,” I grumbled, looking up at the sky. My dad motioned to my mom. She walked over, gave me a big hug, and looked up in to my eyes.
“We love you, Kevin. That’s all that matters.”
“You guys and Jesus, right?”
Catching on fast.
Fuck me.