You can't choose your parents.
Someday, you might have to choose them from a line-up.
Someday, you might have to choose them from a line-up.
I Know What You Did by Earl Javorsky
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Yeah, you’re a cute little fucker, standing there in your sky-blue onesie. That’s pretty cool, the way you gripped the bars and dragged yourself up. But now you got to cool it, ’cause you’ll wake your mom and that’ll be fucked up.
What do you mean, “I know what you did?” Hey, you got to shut up now. No, don’t cry. And you don’t know shit.
Okay, what’s up with holding your breath like that, and the red face?
Oh great, I get it. That’s fucking gross, little man.
Why do you keep saying that? What do you think I did?
So you need to be cool now. I’m gonna fire up this little pipe and then maybe we’ll clean you up, yeah?
Don’t ever do this, little man.
And don’t tell your mom.
Okay, really, you got to shut the fuck up. The jumping up and down is funny, but the screaming’s got to stop.
Why do you keep saying that? What did I do? How are you even talking?
I’m gonna go check on your mom now.
Or not.
I think I know what I did.