
I'm just rolling in from Open House, that yearly celebration of the start of a new school year that keeps me at work for a fifteen-hour day. I stumbled into the parking lot, bleary-eyed and hoarse-throated, turned the key on the Dickmobile and had the sad thought that I have to be back in the same spot in nine hours. My Pops always breaks my balls in the summer, telling me that I only have a part time gig. In short, my ass. When I got home, I kissed a nearly slumbering Mrs. Citizen on the cheek and [...]