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Chapters (38)
  1. Cover
  2. Also By Daniel Kraus
  3. Title Page
  4. Copyright
  5. Dedication
  6. Money
  7. Supermilk
  8. Bugs
  9. My Wiener
  10. Gwendolyn
  11. Midget
  12. Walgreen
  13. Dick Trickle
  14. Scrapbook
  15. Apples
  16. Dag
  17. Love
  18. My Wiener Part 2: The Two Towers
  19. Moms
  20. Phone Call
  21. Phone Call 2
  22. Punch
  23. Robbie
  24. Natural Light
  25. Flypaper
  26. Kyle
  27. Queen
  28. Fam
  29. Dragon
  30. Walgreen 2
  31. Dick Trickle 2
  32. Feast
  33. Shower
  34. Music
  35. The Fly
  36. My Wiener Part 3: The Return of the King
  37. Mrs F
  38. Ghosts

Changes that big dont happen overnight. It happens gradual. One day I was like, Moms, how about you do up some mac and cheese and orange pop like we always do? A hour later, theres no mac, theres no cheese, theres no orange pop, and theres no Moms either. I found her ass flat on her bed and I was like <Whats up?> but all she did was turn up the TV. All right, if Moms needs a day off, thats cool. But then the whole situation of not having food jumped from like a couple days a week to like four days a week and pretty soon it was just the way things were.

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Believe, yo, I told her a hundred times how we could get disability funds if we bused our asses to the doc just once and explained how she couldnt get herself out of bed. But Moms was afraid to miss her shows. She seemed for real too.

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Meantime our cash was zeroing out so fast I was nightmaring about cooking alley rats for supper and eating our own toes, all sorts a horror movie fates.

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I dont know if she saw a commercial or what but thats when she got the idea of fostering. And I got to admit it worked. Moms asked for the worst off child they had cuz they pay the best, so I expected us to get a special ed kid with a helmet. Instead they gave us Midget. Now we pull one large a month for that quiet little bitch! Plus special bonuses like two fifty a year for clothing type junk, one fifty for school junk, forty for birthday junk, and thirty for Christmas junk. Moms even negotiated fifty a month for what she calls diaper allowance and thats a straight up lie. Midget dont need any diapers. Shes peed her drawers three, four times tops.

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Dollars add up. We arent living large. But the three a us are surviving. Moms pays her TV bill and doesnt give Midge any hassle. Its not like she dislikes Midge or nothing. She just, you know, trusts little sister to hang with me and whisper to her bugs and all that. Before you get upset about it, let me remind you its preferential treatment compared to DAndres foster mom and all the other foster folks that probably treated Midge weird.

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