A joke/poem and a memory
“Grow” by yours truly
“Grow a pair!”
“But I do not like pear.
They can be not something I want to eat.”
“I was speaking of something else, and you need some.
I have a grown a pear. It tastes nice enough.”
“Okay, let’s not be thought tough..”
“This game can be rough.
A memory
I said to an old high school buddy on the phone recently when he reconnected because I was writing crazy things on social media that humor is how I vent anger issues, but sometimes it only comes across as anger. He said his Father was like that.
I got past that phase and mainly keep to myself these days. It is okay.