By: Adam Donshik
Nothing he does is ever intentionally evil. Sure, he’s got that shit-eating grin that washes over his face whenever he’s doing some maddening act of defiance. Somewhere in that brain of his he’s aware of the inevitable outcome. Action, reaction: Newton’s third law in full effect. And, yet, here we are again having the same fever-pitched argument which leads to tears and self-pitying declarations of never getting to do anything. Never, ever.
I just wanted him to put on his shoes, so we won’t be late. Now we’re late and I’m having an aneurysm while he’s hyperventilating under the couch.