Alright, well, here’s the story.
Brad, a friend of mine, was visiting his folks in Montreal.
Charged him an arm and a leg for the flights.
Damn huge country this is.
Eleven hundred bucks to get across it!
Fine whatever, Brad thought.
Get this visit over with.
Haven’t seen them in a while.
It’ll get them off his back.
Just for a little while at least.
Kills him to spend time with them though.
Little jabs left and right all day long.
Mom’s the worst.
Never stops going over his life.
On and on.
Pisses him off.
Quiet time is not in the cards this weekend.
Regretting this already.
This is the last time.
Until next time.
When will it end.
X words mess everything up.
You know what I mean?