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Suburban Dad

slams his fists down on his Target-bought dining room table, $29.99 after July 4th sale. The 4 plates full of food cooked by his wife rattle and his children jump at the sudden sound. He looks from person to person, his jaw muscle working. His son, Michael, his daughter, Sarah, his wife, Carol. He looks down into his plate and speaks. “How come none of you have come out into the garage and admired my newly acquired Marshall half-stack? How come none of you have complimented me on my Sublime-inspired (Bradley Nowell RIP) guitar licks? Sometimes I feel I don’t exist.” He gets up from the table and goes into the attached garage. Another dinner ruined.

Posted 10 months ago
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