Through a fluke in the court system, he did not receive joint custody of his child, mostly because the judge didn’t like the way Kevin looked. You know how that goes. Sometimes you just don’t like a person. You can’t put your finger on it, really.

I Wish Kevin Was A Bag Of Sand

I don’t remember at which rally I met Brad. He always went to them alone, wearing the brightest pink pussyhat and a tight “Future is Female” t-shirt. He was fit but awkward and a women’s rights superfan. Sometimes, I caught him talking to himself.

Virtue Signals

Becca swaggered into the diner with a boisterous: “Heyyyyy, bitch!” “Hey,” I mumbled, not wanting to engage with her new catchphrase. “Heyyyyy bitch” she repeated as if I would jump in and realize the err of my ways.

Bobby Miller

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