In My Father's Basement

by T.J. Payne

Isaac nodded. “I had a lot of friends go there. My dad went there too. Not as a student, of course. But as a mass murderer.”

Some of the kids were growing fussy, and the adults in charge of them—apparently wives, girlfriends, and mothers of the inmates—didn’t know how to handle a fussy child without the use of a phone or tablet.

Sounds like something a misogynistic author would say 🤨

Playing games for the mind keeps you fresh, keeps you young. Keeps the Alzheimer’s away.

"Good boy. Ain't no better use of time than brainstorming a permanent solution to a recurring problem.” “So, what was your permanent solution?” “I had Elizabeth scrape out their eardrums with a flathead screwdriver.”

Oh.