Good Drugs

My depressed reflection in the rain spattered windowpane. Marital discord.

Harold, born with multiple maladies, worsened post-adolescence, grating on us.

First, motor issues; learning to walk/talk at seventeen.

With changed medication Harold began phonating; animal shrieks and prolonged moans.

Second med change and now its mimicking and Tourretts.

“Hi Harold” I say.

“Hi Harold! Bitchy bitch whore bitch bastard bitch Nnnnnnnnnnnnannng!” He says.

I think Marcy cracked.

I needed to drive Harold to neurology so we got in the car.

“Kill you both errrrrooooooongeh shit bitch shit!”

I froze; Harold violent? Had he changed?

“I’ll cut the breaks! Bastard bitch shit ooooooommmmgeh shit shit”

I watched Harold in the passenger seat wondering.

“Better off without you assholes! shit bastard shit!"

I heard thumping; Marcies’ muffled voice in the trunk.

“Yoo meow meow rowr rowr roodih!”

Harold laughed translating. “You let me out right now or you die! Bastard bitch shit shit”

Good Drugs

Rhinovangogh

Dolan Springs, United States

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A father is faced with the possibility that his multi-challenged son might be violent.

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