The second part of The Completely Accurate Story Of My Real Friend Bargo, which I will continue posting on my Patreon page from here on out.
(Parts three and four were posted previously.)
My father didn't think that Jeanine who ran the cash register at the closest thing our town had to a convenience store liked anyone while I thought it was just kids in general and you in particular she hated
You reading the latest Fantastic Four issue your hands still damp from swimming
You in a towel and no shirt leaving wet sandy footprints a Scooby Doo clue revealing you as the Peanut Butter Cup Bandit
You sobbing and wheezing about how much you missed your dead father while he waited patiently and alive in the parking lot
I would have hated you too but that missing tooth those afternoons doing lines of Fun Dip while your mother was in rehab that snort laugh that only occurred when I was being cruel
An ongoing conversation between writers and the text that they're reading.