72ND HEARTBEAT

XAVIER ROCKWELL

I would be lying if I’d say I’m not critically nervous about this upcoming thanksgiving dinner. Usually, thanksgiving dinner is a shitty dinner for me mostly because it’s just me, my mom and Hector. A dinner for three shouldn’t be that shitty but for the three of us, it was the shittiest that I have to suck up for years. We don’t have that much food served on the table mostly because they’ve spent their coins on coke and weeds and that’s okay, I don’t usually give a fuck about them pampering their vices. The only thing that makes the dinner unpleasant was Hector’s constant portrayal of his supposed alpha dominance and his unabashed display of being the so called man of the house. It was sucking all of the air in the room.

Ever since my dad announced to me that I will be going to thanksgiving dinner with his family, I haven’t stopped thinking about what would happen. I had a lot of questions in mind and they’re all pretty much leaning towards negative. I can’t help but