Fallout (Crank 3)

for each other.

It’s too bad they hooked up at all. Because

the only things they have in common

are

giving me life

and

tearing my life apart.

MY MOTHER

Gifts me with a visit once, maybe

twice, a year. Our conversations

seesaw between inane and trite:

How’s school?

“Okay, I guess.”

Still running track?

“Not for a while.”

Extracurricular stuff?

“Not really, no.”

How they should go is like this:

How’s school?

“Better than could be

expected, considering

I only have foster parents

to make sure I’m there

on time, with breakfast in my

belly, encouraging my rather

outstanding performance,

despite the fact that no

one really gives a shit.”

Still running track?

“Not since the day a wind