Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
They were at it again with one of the million gadgets their mother got them. I guess I can’t blame her for spoiling her kids, but must
everything she gets them be a recipe for disaster? She knows nothing about boys.
“Caleb!” I snagged the ten year old as the whole crew ran past me on the way to some fuckery. The older they get, the more shit they get into.
If they did that drone shit over these people’s backyards again and cause them to show up at my door with their shit I’ma either shoot the asshole neighbors or send my boys off to military school.
Kat has no idea what the hell those shits are for, but her sons asked her for it, the SEALs gave it their seal of approval, Mancini with his spying ass thought it was a good idea, and I’m the one who has to deal with the fallout.
“Yes daddy.”
“What are you boys up to?” I saw the struggle between loyalty to his brothers and the ass whipping he was sure to get if he lied to me.
“Um, we’re just gonna go into the fields on the other side of the house. Nana said it’s our property so…” It’s true, our closest neighbor is a little ways down on the other side of us and to the right is mostly my acreage, but they’re not fooling me.
Those drone shits can travel, especially the one they have, that is not a damn toy because in their mother’s fucked up head, the more expensive it is, the better it must be.
After the first complaint I checked the recordings myself to make sure they weren’t spying on anyone like the neighbors thought, and they weren’t but I can see the room for confusion.
I try to be fair when dealing with people, okay sometimes. But their mother and grandparents are a whole other matter.
“If anyone bothers you and your brothers come get me.” He nodded and ran after them leaving me to wonder what had happened to my life. Fucking Kat.
I remember the days of peace and sanity. The days before I saw her doing tricks on a bike, before she zapped me and turned me into this. I just shook my head and went back to my shit.
It’s too late to turn back now, she’s got me by the balls. I did my breathing shit and tried not to lose my mind. Something that anyone who has kids would tell you is a daily exercise.
If I’m not worrying about their future, I’m terrified of their now. My twins are fifteen and I know those two are going to be freaks. The shit they get up to does not bear repeating.
I stay in their shit as much as I do Caitiebear’s and I have to say, my daughter is an angel compared to her brothers.
I can’t say shit because they’re more like me than anything else. I can’t wait for their asses to go off to college. Every other day it’s some shit.
I didn’t even know what my neighbors looked like until my boys started to grow. If I wasn’t getting complaints about them riding hell bent for leather up and down the street on their dirt bikes, it was ATVs on the property.
I had to tell that fuck as long as my kids were on their own property they could do what the fuck they want. He and his sour faced wife weren’t too happy, but what the fuck.
ATVs are meant to be loud and it’s not like it’s at night while they’re sleeping because my kids aren’t allowed outside after dark in this damn horror movie setting. The fucking sun doesn’t know what this place looks like after seven on any given day.
They already think I’m an uneducated thug because of my bikes and my crew who for some reason likes to fuck with them just because, so whenever he gets brave enough to come to my door I live up to his expectations.
Of course in the beginning I tried to be nice, but that only seemed to give them the idea that they could dictate shit to me. So now they know if they fuck with my kids they may or may not live to see another day.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not one of those parents who think their kids can do no wrong, but I was a kid once myself and like I said, I stay on top of my kids’ shit.
My boys are looking for bigfoot and dead bodies in the surrounding woods and cornfields with that drone shit.
A few months ago they’d caught video of a clown in the middle of nowhere, scared the fuck outta their mother, but they thought it was fun.
That’s when they got the bright idea to post it
online, but I don’t trust that shit so I nixed it. When they take their ass off to college they can do whatever the hell they like.