Just a title,
or rather a statement.
About my loving father
Who has to always leave these bread crumbs
instead of being honest.
It drives me fucking crazy.
So, I’ll walk to the coffee shop to get my mind off it.
“What are you having?”
“In a light roast or dark roast?”
“I don’t really care either way”
I lied, I hate dark roast.
I drank two sips and threw it away.
God I love my parents.