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.