Fuck It

Nelson began the long walk home from town, a bag with a few meager school supplies in his hand, unaware of his surroundings as he talked to his mother on the phone. “Yes. I know, mama. I got Dax and Lily’s stuff but mine is just going to have to-” he was stopped mid sentence when he ran into someone, dropping the phone. “I’m so sorry!”

Yeah, you better be fucking sorry.

Come on man?

Nothing?

Because I’m not a flower, I can’t be, I don’t see myself being one and I picked this school and now I’m away from my girlfriend.

Boo fucking hoo.

You’ve got a lot to learn Kaden.

I don’t need to know shit to know what you’re talking about doesn’t fucking matter in the least.

“It is. Just accept it.”

I’m not accepting a damn lie.

Oh, hey I guess you’re right.  I guess I’d just never thought about it that way. Thanks, man. 

Sure.

“For everyone else too.”

Not fucking true.

I mean– please don’t?

And what do I get for it? Right now I get entertainment.

“I can totally explain this,” Ford muttered his handcuffed wrist straining as he sat on the ground, next to car he was handcuffed too in his driveway. “No– I really can’t, actually. Can you just, help, maybe.”

I’m really considering just leaving you there.

“It’s possible to be watching where you’re going and still kick something.”

For you.

“I do watch where I’m going, okay? There’s just a lot of stuff around.”

Clearly you aren’t watching where you’re fucking going, alright? You wouldn’t be kicking shit if you were.

You’ve never had a moment you aren’t proud of? Ever? I wish I was you, if that’s the case. 

You’re the one who chooses to be proud of your life or not. It’s your own fucking fault for it in the end.

“I watch where I’m going! My brother just leaves stuff lying around.”

So, you don’t watch where you’re going.

“I’m unsure about how our house could have gotten so messy with us living here for such a small amount of time, but I’ve already stubbed my toe twice today, and that’s saying something.”

It’s saying you don’t fucking watch where you’re going.

We all have moments we aren’t proud of, right buddy?

For you it is.

Yeah, it definitely wasn’t the smartest moment on my part. 

That’s clear.

Word to the wise: don’t take ibuprofen on an empty stomach. The bottle does not lie. 

You gave yourself a stomach ache, good fucking job.