My mom's always nagging me.
"Pick up your things." she says. "Take out the garbage. Clean up after yourself."
I wish she'd just leave me alone. But do you know what really gets me? It's when gets into her whiny "You're grown up now. Your father was your age when we married. Why don't you find a nice Jewish girl and settle down?"
She doesn't get it. The world's not that way any more.
It still makes me mad. What's a cyborg to do? It's not like I have those parts anymore. So I unplug and stomp out of the house.
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Drabbles Written by Eric Marsh
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