this morning #559.

this morning, last-minute addendums to his grandson’s list of holiday demands had sent him into a panic. why had he promised that he’d get him everything he wanted for christmas this year? his therapist would later say that he was spoiling his grandkids to make up for the years of neglect he’d blessed his own kids with. he scanned the new additions to get an idea of what he was up against. what in sam hill was a mibro? all of these (what he assumed were) video games had such violent-sounding titles! he knew what a “lego” was. “lego vidiyo” though? ugh. the mall would be pure hell right now. tough titties. the kid would have to accept the thirty other gifts santa was bringing him.