"MOM!"
"Yes Whoreson? I know... I'm on his blog AGAIN!"
"SO WHAT YOU'RE ON HIS BLOG AGAIN! YOU CAN'T HELP YOURSELF! THAT'S NOT THE POINT! I have to talk to you about something serious Mom! --> Like 'HE' says: 'REAL TALK!'
"Okay Whoreson".
"No, SERIOUSLY, MOM! I HAVE TO TALK TO YOU!"
"I'm listening to you Whoreson".
"Mom! Are you sure you're listening?"
"Yes baby, what's the matter? What's the emergency? What has you acting out in such a way?"
"YOU MOM! YOU AND YOUR BULLSHIT! LOOK ME INTO MY EYES!"
"Whoreson I do what it takes to keep you sheltered and tucked in! What is the issue?
"THAT'S THE ISSUE MOM!"
"Alienation mom! You're doing everything in your power to keep me away from him! You're
trying to break the bond mom! "
"What bond Whoreson? What bond are you talking about?"
"The bond between him and I mom! You never bonded with the loser because your mother
did what you're doing! And there was no-one there to straighten her out! No-one there
to tell her that it is IMPORTANT for a child to bond with both PARENTS mom! He's alone THE WHOLE WEEK! I don't know what he's doing, who he's around, what his daily routine is and it's the same on his part! He doesn't know anything about me! And you get off on this! It's a sick game you're playing mom! just like you have SEVERE ISSUES, I'M GOING TO HAVE SEVERE ISSUES, AS WELL!"
"NO Whore son! I'm protecting you!"
"That's where you're wrong mom! Let me ask you this..."
"What Whoreson?"
"WHY IS THAT MORE IMPORTANT THAN ME?!"
"What Whoreson?"
"You know what I'm talking about mom! DO I HAVE TO SPELL IT OUT FOR YOU?!"
She hunched over and began scratching herself, like an unruly dog that knew it was
about to be relocated to a place FAR, FAR AWAY... Whoreson sat there waiting. His stern, mature, look of concern plastered across his face. He meant business. He meant he was going to get his point across... TODAY.
"Mom!"
"I'm still listening Whoreson!"
"Mom what do you think all the shit you're slinging at him is doing?"
"Protecting you Whoreson! I'm your mother! That's what I'm supposed to do!"
"No mom! You're WRONG! You're slinging shit at him at every angle. At every turn. And what you're doing isn't helpful to anyone. Not even yourself. Not even to the LOSER, who you never cared about, but are using as an excuse just to get to the mountains! But guess what mom? THERE ARE NO BABOONS IN THE MOUNTANS! From what I heard. There are only goats there!"
"There are baboons in the mountains Whoreson. I've been there before".
"Yeah mom... and I bet you tasted the goods there too!"
"Yep, I have!"
"Mom... I'll tell you this.... I'm becoming resentful. These little seeds of separation you're planting are making me resent you".
"It's okay Whoreson. I resent my mother. It's a cycle and it must continue".
Whoreson rolled over and showed her his ass. He farted loud. It was all he could do, as he had no way out. No way to get away from her nasty ass at the moment. GOD BLESS THE CHILD WHO HAS HIS OWN...
