“Your mother insisted I give you one last chance,” my father said. I’d almost forgotten he was talking. The incessant drone tended to fade away after several hours. “This is your last chance, Malachi.” I resisted sighing. Yes, getting my shit together was probably a good idea. But all those crap office jobs he’d insisted I take were not for me. Every time I tried to explain that, he refused to listen, spouting lines about ‘not always getting what we want’ yadda yadda, blah blah blah, and in the end, I just stopped trying to reason with him. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway.
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