With the flick of his wrist he silenced the radio on an endless road trip to Vegas, done so with contempt and spite.
I simply asked for some silence to sleep.
With the flick of his wrist he demanded a plate for some soon to be crisp and chewy Christmas porkchops.
I couldn't hop up soon enough to bring him that plate. In that moment I felt so much hate.
The next morning I woke to more words of hate.
"Merry Fucking Christmas..."
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