Sunday Afternoons

I love Sunday afternoons, so long and lazy, almost dreamy. After doing whatever project I sit around with my dad and brother talking about random unimportant topics, we call each other racist and demeaning names, while we throw things at each other. When I’m not looking David puts a handful of gravel in my shoe and I throw and handful in his face. Yes, he’s a moron. I sit there throwing small rocks at my dad’s boot. We are a very mature group……