Grandmother went to the casino today. Good for her to go out. Of course, it is the 1st of the month, so she very well could have already spent all her welfare money.

That left the three of us, my parents and I, eating at home. I wish things could just be sanguine, but My Fucking Father decided against that. First, he asked me if the TV at The Store could play DVD's. Why?

"Because I want to give it to Grandmother when she goes to the nursing home," the asshole replied.

No, it's not that soon, is it? I hear that they're moving on with throwing her out, then I hear nothing, and not I guess it's back on again. And Grandmother still doesn't know we're talking about her and this.

And then the motherfucker starts in on me about going back to school. And he does this by regaling a story about Mother's new co-workers, how they're all young single women from Malaysia who have little to do while they bide their time until the company gets them green cards, and so they start studying. They all have master's degrees now -- so why don't you, son?!

He's right. He's also right when he says I'm smart by I don't want to. I can't say anything else besides the fact that the story My Fucking Father told me about the Malaysian single women with the master's degrees he already told me.

Hmmm, he's forgotten already ... maybe he should be the one we throw into a nursing home.