my parents were typically very even keeled and tried their best to keep heavy topics off the kitchen table and away from me and my younger brother so to speak but i remember getting home from school and my dad was already home from work watching the news and my mom actually freaking out, cleaning frantically and pacing while just saying over and over how "we're going to fucking war". remember that it scared me and i told them i didnt want to fight in a war, i was only 13 at the time. 3 years later i'm 6'0 jock chad in highschool getting eye fucked by military recruiters while grocery shopping with my mom at the local harris teeter and her literally telling them to back the fuck off and to quit talking to me.
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