It must have started somewhere, right? Only you weren’t meant to remember. That's part of the inheritance...
To say it was like any other day would be a pretty far stretch from the truth. The sun was there and a few clouds—yeah, yeah, we inherit all of it. The abstractions and obstructions. A puddle of mud, a jug of lemonade, the gooey chewy center, oh so sweet—but it’ll rot your teeth. That’s the inheritance. A little bit of indulgence and a whole lot of pain.
Lack of gratitude they call it. Because I focus on the pain. Gasp! Sure do.
Ungrateful bastard. What about the gooey chewy center? Wasn’t it sweet enough for ya? What do you mean it rotted your teeth? And all your hair fell out too? Is that why you’ve got them heroin cheeks?
It must have started somewhere, right?
Only you weren’t meant to remember.
That's part of the inheritance.
You keep the receipt in your pocket for the next 60 years,
Or maybe 30,
Or 2.
No refunds given.
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