He arrived unannounced like he usually does.
I think he does it not because he forgets to call but as a challenge.
The you can't tell me what to do attitude emanates from his very being.
His visit is uncomfortable. He borders on being pushy and he helps himself to cookies and coffee.
Since we were just a pit-stop, he quickly gathers his things and leaves.
He drives away not knowing that his afternoon is going to take a weird turn.
I feel for the people he's going to encounter after my home.
Because he is a gruff person on a good day and he just drank what is tantamount to jet fuel and ate several sugar cookies to cap it off.
He's going to be jacked up like a spider-monkey on Mountain Dew.
And then I start to laugh.
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