Knucklehead

by Adam Smyer

“So, basically, your actual ancestors—the ones who didn’t jump off the ship, who came here and dealt with the whole Silence of the Lambs thing for the next few centuries—basically, you just called them pussies. Didn’t you.”

These people—your ancestors, your real ancestors, my ancestors—they lived through hell. Hell. For you. So that you could stand there and shake your little fist and diss them. You think that’s what they did it for? You think the thought of this is what kept them going?”