The Unknown is Always Known
Trust your gut.
Trust your gut.
The caller ID came up as “Unknown.” I answered.
She wasn’t invited.
She never has been invited.
She never will be invited.
She’s an addict.
A fuckin’ junkie.
But, she’s his mother.
I listened to her tiresome and too familiar “This time it’s different” stanza. If such a school formally existed, she would’ve been ex…
