Poor motherfuckers are poor. That is totes a story for the kids whenever they are being all materialistic and whiny.
"NOW SON DO YOU REMEMBER WHAT YOUR FATHER BOUGHT ME FOR OUR WEDDING PRESENT?"
"...toothpaste."
"THAT'S RIGHT, A TUBE OF CREST CINNAMON TOOTHPASTE. BUT DID I COMPLAIN? NO I DID NOT BECAUSE IT CAME FROM HIS HEART AND THAT IS THE IMPORTANT THING ABOUT PRESENTS ISN'T THAT RIGHT DEAR"
"...yes, Jon."
Stephen sits alone in the back for all of the performances, watching in rapt attention and mouthing the words along with the actors. The ushers, janitors, and other tellers make fun of him behind his back, but he hardly cares, he's so ecstatic and filled with this pure, golden joy.
The few times Jon is able to come with him, Stephen clutches his hand with excitement and kind of cuts off the circulation a little, and Jon doesn't understand, because the plays aren't even that good but
this is so wildly self-indulgent
"NOW SON DO YOU REMEMBER WHAT YOUR FATHER BOUGHT ME FOR OUR WEDDING PRESENT?"
"...toothpaste."
"THAT'S RIGHT, A TUBE OF CREST CINNAMON TOOTHPASTE. BUT DID I COMPLAIN? NO I DID NOT BECAUSE IT CAME FROM HIS HEART AND THAT IS THE IMPORTANT THING ABOUT PRESENTS ISN'T THAT RIGHT DEAR"
"...yes, Jon."
Stephen sits alone in the back for all of the performances, watching in rapt attention and mouthing the words along with the actors. The ushers, janitors, and other tellers make fun of him behind his back, but he hardly cares, he's so ecstatic and filled with this pure, golden joy.
The few times Jon is able to come with him, Stephen clutches his hand with excitement and kind of cuts off the circulation a little, and Jon doesn't understand, because the plays aren't even that good but