It was nothing but a cash grab and money laundering scheme

the old man yells into his phone, sitting in his rocking chair by the window. Another day the kids didn’t call him. Maybe tomorrow.

he said, taking another swig of Thunderbird, while he waited for his salisbury steak TV dinner in the microwave.

he heard the laughing and chatting from his neighbors next door, and every now and then he checked his phone for a late invite to the family Thanksgiving. An invitation that would never come.

He wondered to himself, “how did it ever go so wrong?” He thought back to three years ago. The time where, in a Steel Reserve-soaked delirium, he brought up January 6th and how it was a CIA psyop. He then brought up how Trump didn’t lose the election because he saw it on Newsmax, and they never lie. As the kids got shushed away to the living room, he went on, accusing anyone who disagreed of being a “quadruple vaxxed commie fag.” He knew his pals on Hardcore Husky would appreciate that - surely his family would as well!

that was the last time he heard from his family. He finished his bottle of Thunderbird, heard the beep of the microwave, and sighed to himself. “No, they really were the fags all along.”

The heating got shut off two days ago and his apartment was getting cold.

he said, now curled up on a ball on the floor in his tighty-whities and a pile of his own vomit, hammered out of his mind.

the neighbors called the cops on him again because he’s “scaring the children.” Bunch of commies, I tell ya.