
I Wanted to cry this is amazing
Listen, my daughter.
Do you hear that?
It’s your dreams. They’re dying.
You wanted to be a basketball player, but you’re three foot tall. Stop chasing your dreams, once you realize your life will be nothin’ but nine to five, you’ll be better off.
Me? I wanted to be a stock car driver. I almost got my big break, but then your father came along. Heh. Yea, that smug son of a bitch had a smile and a dick you could ride all the way to Alabama. It was Louisiana, ‘round 1999. I was racin’ to compete in the big leagues, then I seen your Daddy standin’ on the sidelines chuggin’ cheap beer. That night we had sex in the back of his friends truck goin’ 80 miles an hour down the interstate. Ended up somewhere in Texas. I ain’t ever seen him again.
There, I lived in a Motel 6, tradin’ handjobs for a decent meal and a roof over my head. Two months in I found out I was pregnant. Turns out some guys are into that sorta thing. Ended up makin’ enough to buy a one bedroom house.
Then I moved out to Las Vegas when you were five, and here we are. I’m strippin’ during the week and havin’ at least two fat guys rub their stomachs on my face during the weekends.
That’s life, kid. You’re gonna prolly grow up and be the same disappointment I was. Your life ain’t goin’ anywhere, just like mine.
Stop crying.
-Nan