I fart like my mother
An homage to Mom
When I was a teenager, I swore with clenched fists on the albums of heavy metal musicians that I would never, ever be like my parents. I then spent my life distancing myself from their sympathy for Richard Nixon and love of Velveeta. I especially tried to grow away from my mother’s attachment to casual …
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