Joe was pissed off. This is the third time James cut my hours this month. He had just got home from the convience store where he worked. To be fair though I kept dozing off at the register...Ja Bronie's Revenge is way too immersive. Between RPGs,RTSs,and porn not much left time for sleep or excelling at work. As he got closer to the door of the shed he lived in behind his grandmother's house he noticed a cardboard box with his name on it in rather ornate lettering. "That came for you earlier bubba."said Gramma Shirley behind him. In her arms the sweetest bundle or black fur ever his little chihuahua BB. "Must have been a private delivery service no return address on it and it is Sunday. James fire you honey?" concern creeping into her voice. "Not yet but I got sent home two hours early again." he replied. " I just finished bakin a ham got some sweet corn boiled and cornbread ready come in the house grandaddy wants to talk with you." " Be inside shortly gramma." BB stayed quiet until Gramma set him down then he started yippin at Joe as well. Not you too... Grandaddy is probaly trying to talk to me about going back to school or joining the Coast Guard. Because five years on an aircraft carrier wasn't enough time on the water. Fuckin' war on terror my ass.. It was balmy and looked like rain but in Mobile that was common.
Joe picked up the box and unlocked the shed. Damn I need to air this place out. It most definately smelled like teen spirit. BB darted right past him to lay down on the bed Little man owns the world we just live in it. Despite the day he was smiling. Joe brushed some cigar guts off the table into a garbage can then set his box down. It was about the size of a gaming console and about the same weight. I hope this might be a system. God you know I want one. I filled out alpha tester questionaires for three companies' next generation it would be amazing... he got his knife off the table and cut the tape. Inside were some travel brochures and tourist photos of a place he'd never heard of he merely gave those a passing glance. The thing that held the most interest for him was a green bottle filled with liquid it had a picture of a fairy on it and the writing was French and he noticed ans 1640 at the end. I think this is absinthe... the real shit. I don't have work til thursday either. Looking at the wall he realized 15 minutes had passed he needed to get inside to eat.
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Freddy sat down at the table wondering where his reprobate of a grandson was. Big and strong not to mention smart as he is Joe should be doing something with himself besides jerkin off and working a dead end job for a jackass like James Preston.The door opened and just like magic Joe walked in." You know you took yer damn sweet time. I got somethin-" before Freddy could get rolling good Shirley cut him off with a glare. "Freddy stop say Grace and eat after that lay into him if you want both of you will be able to talk better on a full belly." "Gracious Lord pardon our sins and make us truly thankful for these and all other blessings Amen." The meal passed pretty much in silence. Joe cleaned the table did the dishes then took out the trash Mondays were always trash day it took a week for then to come back. The boy is dilligent and hardworking to when he wants to be. Thought Freddy watching his grandson, he just needs to find himself something to care about. When Joe got back into the house his grandaddy began to speak " Joe your grandmother and I are selling the house and moving to Yuma." " Ok when are we moving?" " WE that means your grandmother and me, are going in six months. So YOU have about five to get your shit together and find somewhere else to go." Joe was shocked at the news but kept his mouth shut because he knew grandaddy wasn't changing his mind. He walked off from Freddy back to the kitchen fumbled in the draw by the sink until he found a corkscrew then left out the back door.