In fact this thing is the thing that leads to the list looking that way anyhow. Why so much junk food? Why the rated Mature games pre-teen? Why the junk food? My parents never got home before six pm. Work let out at five and then traffic was thick. Couldn't blame them. And once they got home they didn't have the energy to cook a meal. You really couldn't blame them on that either. They were beat by the time they arrived after leaving the house at 7:15 in the morning. The first thing they wanted to do was change clothes, wash up, and crack open a cold drink. And in fact have a nice warm meal ready for them, but me and my brother we couldn't manage that. We didn't know how to cook.
So we usually ate either fast food or frozen meals. Back then they didn't have as good frozen meals as they do nowadays. Trust me, if we did maybe we'd turn out a little different. Doubt it though. Anyways, like I said you couldn't blame them. They needed to put frozen food on the rickety table. Had to go into the factory and pump out urinal cakes and whatever ii was that my mom did. I don't remember anymore. Plus my brother and I weren't ones to be blaming. We liked that we could sit back with a big bag of ridged
This was back then. Now people like to say that such upbringing leads to certain life outcomes. Outcomes like mine. I don't know, sometimes I think about it and it pisses me off. I was driving the other day. It was a scorcher. And there was a middle-aged Mexican man working on a road crew. I could smell the asphalt through my windows and I could feel his drenched flannel just with my eyes. I felt for him. I worked road crew only two months in my life, but that was enough to convince me that I needed to get another gig. But that middle-aged Mexican man... he must've been in some desperate need of money. Needed to put some tortilla on the table for his family or maybe his
Whatever it was I felt for the guy. And was pissed at the same time. Got to thinking, why the fuck did he even come here anyways? Why not just stay back in Mexico? As i put my foot on the gas I almost rear ended the
"HEY FUCKING ASSHOLE--" until I realized there was a traffic jam and I was the one in the fault.
My dad bought things thinking that he'd be earning his whole life. He did in fact get to earn until a decent age, but he hadn't accounted for the world changing. Leaving him behind. See, over the course of even my life things just kept getting more pricey. Cars... houses. All that shit. And he'd never spent money on the right things. Fast food, and the latest model of a car that depreciated half in value right off the lot. That kind of thing. Never bought a home in the right place either. Bought a property out in the country, that would've been good had it not been for the freeway that got extended just beside it making it now worth zilch.
That's the way shit goes, he said. After a certain age I guess he just stopped giving a fuck. I don't know if I could ever get to that point. I think i'd rather die than live like that. I'd also take some mother fuckers with me.
Did I really think that? Well I guess there you have it... I am indeed Generation Kill. I laughed to myself lightly. The traffic up ahead began moving slowly. I thought about riding the Subaru in front of me but I refrained since i'd made the error before.
I was on my way to the dentist. He and I were buddies so it wouldn't matter too much if i were late. I saw him twice a year, and this was one of my favorite drives. From the suburbs, to the country, and then through the city. He had an office in a nice part of the city, right around Belvadere Sqaure. Boujee treatment. I was probably the only country bumpkin that came to his office. Everybody else was suits or the bloused up clientele.
Traffic was pretty light in the city today. I might have even been able to make it on time. I was able to go about eight miles an hour what I usually took. And I was hitting green lights like no other. Through the radio was
Up ahead was a yellow. I looked at the time. Just four minutes before my appointment time. This light was one of the most annoying. If you hit the red from my side, the cross traffic had green for like the next five fucking minutes literally. I put my foot on the gas... just a tad.
I glanced both sides... no pedestrians. I was in the clear. And then, too late, I noticed that there was a car right in front of me. My truck rammed into it and pushed it all the way out into the middle of the road. I got out of the truck and was truck by how familiar it looked... Subaru. From before. On the highway. The one i'd honked at.
Inside I was scared for the guy. I'd hit them hard. But he'd probably live. I opened the door to find a petite lady inside. Bleeding with her eyes closed.
