I take a long, bitter swig of my beer, draining the brown glass of its amber liquid. I choke it back. To be honest I don't even like the taste of the stuff, I just like how it dulls my senses enough so I don't have to think about certain things.
Like family day.
Yay, family day! I think to myself sarcastically.
Just another excuse to squeeze a day off into the calendar for suburban yuppies with white picket fences. It has nothing to offer people who’ve seen the way the real world works and have no choice but to live in it.
Plus it just reminds me that I don't really have much of a family at all
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