Chapter 23 A Douchebag

• Darius
• I know the topic is off-topic, but why not have fun and avoid talking to Janet or whatever the fuck her name is? So I took a bite from the apple again, this time smiling. My mother shot me a warning look because she knows I hardly smile, and when I do, I am fucking up to no good. “So, Mother, what do you think of the less privileged leading one day?” I asked knowing she would be pissed.
• “Less privileged can do anything but lead, son.” She says not even maintaining eye contact with me.