I know my life can be weird given that I got ASD, but a year ago my mom started this moron named Tom.
I mean, what does she see in him? He's a pig, an idiot, an old fart, a lair at times... and I know he can be fun, but while on my summer vacation, he always be on the center line in the highway, almost making the car he rented run alongside trucks or trying to hit other cars, he made us go up the Smokey Mountains, he just decides we all should do what he wants. It cost us a trip to the Nashville Zoo. While at a Red Roof Inn, he suggested we go out for pizza while Pizza Hut supports Red Roof Inn.
All so he can kiss my mom's ass...
Why the hell, do I even have to go to his place?! I still recall bad things, good things I like to pretend Tom wasn't around.
