We Need to Do Something

by Max Booth III

Guys who think they’re owed everything just for having a dick. Delusional assholes who think they’re the center of the universe.

She shuts her eyes and massages her temple, as if trying to erase her entire marriage through willpower.

The tone in my dad’s voice, it’s smug enough to make the biggest pacifist in the world commit homicide.

And Mom? She . . . what? Spends time online? Chatting to people on Facebook like some kinda ancient dinosaur. Who is she always talking to, anyway? It’s not like she has any friends—at least, no friends I’ve ever met.