“Landing In The Rough”

It all begins early as all hell in my house. The wife wakes up to her cell phone alarm, which blares the exact replica of the alarm clock that I eventually threw across my room one morning in tenth grade—my last day of school before dropping out and saying ‘fuck you’ to all of the bullshit. War was going on the Middle East, as usual—what the fuck, anyway? Why are these motherfuckers always fighting, when all they have to do is respect each other’s right to their…