I really really enjoyed that. Throughly brilliant.

Sorry, thoroughly.

Third line up from the bottom, I think you meant to write “his eyes off me.” I love the undercurrent of humor in this piece, the despair mixed with resignment that forces the narrator to reach for not one but two pieces of cold toast, just to be polite.
LoA

By the by, I just read your “bio” and I think it’s hilarious. Its succintness makes mine seem superfluous by comparison.

Er, I meant succinctness. I always forget that damn third “c.” :D

A drunk 6 year old with no thumbs? Odd image. I really like the complexity of this story, as Ana Cristina said so eloquently ‘the despair mixed with resentment’ that seals the narrator’s fate.