8th grade xmas was alright.
I remember the big red box with the bow, it said- To: Ass From: —— (It was my mother.)
A knock on the door and a man’s face is blurred behind the stained glass- no- my mother shaved her head – about gives me a heart attack – Anyways, I open the present, and the ugliest “chuck jones” shoes, but I can’t say that. I did anyway. They didn’t fit either. She takes the box, says she’s selling em for booze, screams merry xmas, and slams the door.
I lived for the change, I guess. It all happened so fast. Fun little laugh though. Just reminiscin.