this morning #377.

this morning, the chip on his shoulder had begun to chip away at his sense of how much he could shoulder. his concept of “service” was in the eye of the beholder though, so perhaps he was just being overly dramatic about all the “effort” he’d put into keeping this family afloat. as soon as he’d become a teenager, he was out collecting shopping carts in a publix parking lot. his freeloading fifteen-year-old son hadn’t so much as submitted an application at the mall. it had been years since the wife had held a job. tending to the home had become her profession, one that paid absolutely nothing. he’d already lost his patience. if he lost his job too, they’d definitely be screwed.