Christmas with the Allens
my poor parents.
ben got arrested. he's going to court. he might lose his liscence and therefore his job (ever hear of a car salesman without a liscence??). he can't pay his bills.
the worst part. he might come back home.
i thought i missed him. he left so abruptly when he moved out. literally in the middle of the night. no one told me it was happening because i was about to graduate and in prom madness mode and they didn't want to cast a shadow over it.
so he was gone. to some tiny apartment. he got a couple of cats, which gave me an excuse to go over now and then. but for the most part i've functioned as an only child.
with ben, i've learned that if you don't hear from him then there's nothing to worry about.
it's when he shows up that there's a problem.
so my mother is a wreck. my father has been showering me with an overwhelming amount of adoration and my favorite cookies, which in any other circumstance woulv be very nice.
it's just so strange because growing up it was the other way around. my parents never played favorites, ever, but i always felt inferior to ben. he was good at everything, mr. perfect math scores on his sat's. he was driven, he was talented, he got straight a's.
i just kind of floated through that time in my life. mostly c's in school. but my mom always told me as long as i was trying and a good person some letter doesn't matter.
i've now officially got more college under my belt than my brother. i'm focused, or at least more so than before. i still get c's but i really am trying my hardest. i'm going into a career that i'm so passionate about, just as passionate as i am about bruce springsteen, something i never even thought was possible.
and here's ben. sitting in the living room with his big beer gut and circles under his eyes, asking my parents to help him out. to find him a lawyer.
dad's right, the fuckin' allen curse.
legit, it looks like i'm the only hope for the name. john sells pot, evan's too busy puking.
the pressure's on.
ben got arrested. he's going to court. he might lose his liscence and therefore his job (ever hear of a car salesman without a liscence??). he can't pay his bills.
the worst part. he might come back home.
i thought i missed him. he left so abruptly when he moved out. literally in the middle of the night. no one told me it was happening because i was about to graduate and in prom madness mode and they didn't want to cast a shadow over it.
so he was gone. to some tiny apartment. he got a couple of cats, which gave me an excuse to go over now and then. but for the most part i've functioned as an only child.
with ben, i've learned that if you don't hear from him then there's nothing to worry about.
it's when he shows up that there's a problem.
so my mother is a wreck. my father has been showering me with an overwhelming amount of adoration and my favorite cookies, which in any other circumstance woulv be very nice.
it's just so strange because growing up it was the other way around. my parents never played favorites, ever, but i always felt inferior to ben. he was good at everything, mr. perfect math scores on his sat's. he was driven, he was talented, he got straight a's.
i just kind of floated through that time in my life. mostly c's in school. but my mom always told me as long as i was trying and a good person some letter doesn't matter.
i've now officially got more college under my belt than my brother. i'm focused, or at least more so than before. i still get c's but i really am trying my hardest. i'm going into a career that i'm so passionate about, just as passionate as i am about bruce springsteen, something i never even thought was possible.
and here's ben. sitting in the living room with his big beer gut and circles under his eyes, asking my parents to help him out. to find him a lawyer.
dad's right, the fuckin' allen curse.
legit, it looks like i'm the only hope for the name. john sells pot, evan's too busy puking.
the pressure's on.