Yesterday, I
woke up at 5 a.m. and drank a cup of instant coffee. Then I read the headlines
on my smartphone while taking a huge dump. The body of a six-year-old Uzbek
girl was found in the city of Daegu. She had been playing in a park next to a
river. Unfortunately, it appears as though she fell in the water and drowned.
The police don’t suspect that foul play was involved, yet they are investigating
the matter, nevertheless.
I called my
mother using Facebook Messenger.
I said, “I
downloaded an app called Discord on my computer.”
She said, “What
the fuck is Discord?”
“It’s
something that all the kids seem to be using. This way, I’ll be able to call Chicken
Ken day or night. He appears to be an avid fan of this site.”
“That’s
great.”
“I’ve
already sent him a friend request, and he accepted my invitation.”
“Wonderful.
He really misses his father and brother. He’s counting the days until you come
back to America.”
Mom is
constantly on my back about returning to the States. And quite frankly, it’s
getting on my nerves. Don’t get me wrong. I have no qualms about slinging hash
at the local Waffle House. But life isn’t that easy. Rice-Boy Larry graduates
from high school in a couple of years, and pulling him out before he completes
his education seems kind of foolish to me. Yet I kept my mouth shut. I’ll cross
that bridge after my divorce.
My day at
work went OK. Exams are right around the corner, so I let my students watch The
Pianist as they studied independently at their desks. The Pianist is
a great film written and directed by the disgraced artist Roman Polanski. Mr.
Polanski ass raped a thirteen-year-old girl at Jack Nicholson’s house back in
the 70s after giving her drugs. He now lives in France and isn’t able to travel
for fear of being arrested for his disgusting crime.
The kids really
enjoyed the movie. They gave the performance by Adrien Brody a huge thumbs up.
They thought he was magnificent. I told them that he won the Oscar in
recognition of his acting skills. But nobody really seemed to give a shit about
the prize. This is a different generation. They only care about YouTube and
TikTok.
I took the
bus home at 5 p.m. The vehicle was almost empty, and I had no problem finding a
seat. I was back at my apartment within thirty minutes. Then I walked into Rice-Boy
Larry’s room and threw an envelope on his desk.
He said, “What
the fuck is this?”
I shrugged. “I
have no idea. It was in the mailbox.”
He opened it
and smiled. “Mom got a parking ticket. She owes ninety dollars for the
infraction.”
“Man, that’s
kind of steep.”
“She has to
pay extra because the crime occurred in a school zone.”
I nodded. “That
makes sense.”
“Now I know
where she’s living. Mom’s at Korean Granny’s house.”
“That surprises
me. For some reason, I thought she might be at her sister’s place.”
“Should I
take a picture and send it to her?”
“Of course.
I’m not going to pay the fucking thing.”
After
cooking supper, I sat on the sofa and relaxed. Eventually, I went to bed at 9
p.m. I slept like the dead.
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