“Anyway, it was Oscar who called me to remind me that our nephew, Lydia's son Garnett, was turning eleven years old. Fuck my life. I hated that kid. He smelled like asparagus, and he sweated way too much for a healthy child; but then Garnett, given his propensity for biting teachers and catching chipmunks in the backyard only to bury them alive, was no normal kid. He was a case study for sociopathic behavior in the making. A walking, talking, farting, sweaty, odorous, chipmunk-burying cry for help.” HumorBoysFamily RelationshipsSociopath Author:Richard J. O'Brien
“My brother trolled recovery and support groups, searching for women with dependency issues, the way I frequented bookstores with the hope of finding a well-adjusted, intelligent woman. Between us, his record was more stellar, his sin more reprehensible; though, knowing my brother, he slept soundly through the night without ever experiencing the slightest remorse.” SinBrotherDatingRecoveryRemorseFamily Relationships Author:Richard J. O'Brien
“She was beautiful, but her youth, the very awkwardness of her age, prevented her from flaunting it.” AgeBeautifulBeautyYouthTeen Author:Richard J. O'Brien