The Undertaker

Sometimes, when I think about how my nephews live, Tiny Cat Pants seems very futile, like bedtime stories I tell myself as a brief respite.

When the recalcitrant brother wakes up, I’m going to have to ask him if he knows about this shit.  If he does, what the fuck?  I don’t even know what to say to him.

Those boys deserve better than they’ve gotten.

Anyway, I didn’t want to forget to tell you that sometimes, The Undertaker rents equipment from our Home Depot to fix up his parents’ house.  At least, that’s what the guy who works there says.

I hope it’s true.

It’s a nice story and I like nice stories.

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2 thoughts on “The Undertaker

  1. good stories and good caring people have always been one of the few things that can make the bad stuff better, or make something good come of it. i expect for the rest of my life we’ll still have abusive crack whores in this world, and heroin addicted sociopaths like my ex girlfriend. if those of us who have to survive that sort of thing didn’t have good stories and good caring people i dont think any of us would ever make it back into the world as human beings.so, you know. for what its worth i think it looks like you write good stuff here.

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