Would you live with your dad, then?—the guys ask. Meaning, if something happens to your mom.

Yeh. Guess so.

Where’s he living now?

Shrug your shoulders, like fuck you want to talk about it. Fuck!

Why vaping is cool. Assholes ask you questions, you don’t give a shit, just roll with it like Sure, okay, any kind of shit you say. Sure.

Problem is, the highs don’t last like they did. Just a few weeks ago. Slow, deflating like a balloon, almost you can hear the fucking hissing.

Yeh it’s kind of expensive. E-cigs and apparatus, not cheap.

One pod is equal to one pack of cigarettes. Or is it one hundred cigarettes. But how long would it take you to smoke one hundred cigarettes? Like, e-cigs go much faster.

Nicotine is much concentrated. Fantastic!

One of the guys, his dad is also moved out of their house, so you can talk to him, kind of. Saying My father doesn’t give fuck-all about me. Got to face it. He’s married again, he has a young kid, my stepbrother, his wife has two kids of her own. I’m out.

He says Yeh. I guess.

What I’d like is, to kill him. Just—wipe him away.

Yeh. Me, too.

But he doesn’t sound interested. Like, he’d like to wipe away his old man if it wasn’t too much fucking effort.

The single time I visited them in Bay Ridge, the hot new wife complained that I “smelled”—my underarms, crotch. Didn’t like the way I dressed, including my running shoes that she said were “rotted.”

Just that I was trolling her. (Joke!)

Didn’t get all the soap out of my hair in the shower (I guess), so I looked like a “banshee.”

(Fuck the bitch knows what a banshee looks like.)

(Maybe kill all of them, including piss-pot Tyler. Collateral damage.)

Hid in the fucking bathroom getting high on spearmint e-juice. Like, my eyes were crossed by the time I was finished, and fuck eating with them, no appetite for anything to be shared with them and anyway too excited to sit still.

Well—maybe some things got broken. Maybe precious little a-hole Tyler got scared and started crying. By the time I got home (via Dad’s Uber account) my mouth was so dry, couldn’t swallow. Chest weird-feeling, like something was inside clawing its way out.

Next time, you will know what to do. Bring the AK-47 with you, asshole.

One morning returning to Mom’s room to discover autumn leaves posted outside the door.

Ask a nurse what’s it mean and she tells you—Patient is in danger of falling.

Meaning, patient cannot be trusted to get out of bed unassisted. Patient should not try to get out of bed unassisted.

So, Mom is getting weaker? Fuck them.

Anything I can do for you, Jacey. Let me know.