Below you will find the results of my having challenged myself for a number of days to write a short story with a beginning and middle and an end inside of 30 minutes. Here is what I came up with. I hope you like it.
I don’t care. He’s got to give me respect. I live in his house and I don’t care, but he has to respect me. What I do downstairs is none of his fucking business. There’s got to be respect. Respect. I told him I wanted a dog. My friend is getting rid of his dog, so I said I’d take it. He’s moving and the dog’s not coming with him, so I said I’d take it. See? So I tell my dad and he’s like, “We can’t have a dog in here.” I’m like, “Tough shit. You have to respect my decisions.” So I get the dog and my dad is like “You’re gonna be the one who has to feed it and walk it and clean up the shit.” I’m like, “I will.” So I get the dog and the dog starts hanging around with my dad all the fucking time. Upstairs. Now, my dad, he’s the one who feeds it and walks it and cleans up the shit, so what am I supposed to do? See? Like I do something and takes it over and what the fuck am I supposed to do? He doesn’t respect me.