Tomorrow rose like the rise of a lazy teenager who stayed up late for no good reason. Those days, no reason is as good a reason as any other. Tired, Hungry and Itchy rolled out of bed with a light THUD! heard by Tired and Frustrated prompting a raised eyebrow but not much else. The newspaper's JOB SECTION shuffled in Frustrated's right hand while Tired lazily looked over anything to support the lazy teenager who stayed up late for no good reason and the sleeping ball of screaming fits who nestled in Tired and Frustrated's left arm.
Tired and Frustrated had once been In Love with In Love, but later became Tired and Frustrated with Tired and Frustrated. Having later split, In Love was left tired and frustrated with a noisy newborn and a teenager. Safe to say that she is still Tired and Frustrated.
The radio on the kitchen's counter muttered a slow and dreamy song grabbing her by the hand and leading her through the distant and near past. Day after Day of hard work with squalor to show for it ever since she was a Young Fool. Working to support a sleeping ball of fits and another Young Fool. A once young fool in love tired and frustrated with everything up till now, hoping for some kind of change. Some kind of difference.
Tired, Hungry, and Itchy slowly crept down the stairs in no particular order, making sure to avoid the hole at the bottom landing. Tired from a night completely blacked out and frustrated from a raging headache, wondering what to say to the woman who had clothed him, fed him, and somehow get him from his recent passed-out drunken stupor at the bottom of the stairs into his bed the next level up asking for no more than a son's love and respect but, over the past few years, getting nothing. What could he do to show that he wasn't just being a shitfuck? He could help out, but the last time he tried she just pushed him out, wanting him to have "Fun, like I never had." The least he could do, he decided, was to not come home as shitfaced as last night.
Tired and Frustrated had once been In Love with In Love, but later became Tired and Frustrated with Tired and Frustrated. Having later split, In Love was left tired and frustrated with a noisy newborn and a teenager. Safe to say that she is still Tired and Frustrated.
The radio on the kitchen's counter muttered a slow and dreamy song grabbing her by the hand and leading her through the distant and near past. Day after Day of hard work with squalor to show for it ever since she was a Young Fool. Working to support a sleeping ball of fits and another Young Fool. A once young fool in love tired and frustrated with everything up till now, hoping for some kind of change. Some kind of difference.
Tired, Hungry, and Itchy slowly crept down the stairs in no particular order, making sure to avoid the hole at the bottom landing. Tired from a night completely blacked out and frustrated from a raging headache, wondering what to say to the woman who had clothed him, fed him, and somehow get him from his recent passed-out drunken stupor at the bottom of the stairs into his bed the next level up asking for no more than a son's love and respect but, over the past few years, getting nothing. What could he do to show that he wasn't just being a shitfuck? He could help out, but the last time he tried she just pushed him out, wanting him to have "Fun, like I never had." The least he could do, he decided, was to not come home as shitfaced as last night.
