he always told me I’m too sensitive. that I misunderstood his joke, I take things too seriously, I’m too easily offended. It’s my fault, somehow. I used to defer to him and numbed that part of me – the part that tried to stand up for myself. I see now – I’m not too sensitive. he is just far too insensitive.
The joke is not funny. It never was, has been, nor forkin’ will be homie.
