Blank Slate. Bill Kelly

Friday I forgot where I put my car keys.     Which in and of itself isn't unusual. I'd been forgetting a lot of things lately. Then again, I'm not alone in that.     It manifested in my father first. He came home in his usual foul mood. We heard the door of his Accord slamming in the driveway, the bell on the predatory cat warning us nervous little birds of his approach. 🍓 Запрещённое в соцсетях искусство — t.me/kartiny/6166     You become one of two people when you grow up around an angry parent. You either…