When it happens, his life will turn into one train wreck I won’t want to miss.
On my “sweet sixteen” I attended school until 4 pm, went to work afterwords until 9 pm, got home, did chores and homework while my divorced mom worked until 2 am.
Because the divorce was new, we had moved to a different town, I had not formed friendships, and my brother was in boot camp, unable to call.
Mom came home, tired and concerned about my feelings, she had a little cake she had bought who knows where - best birthday EVER.
Justin, you pathetic, spoiled child, I'm glad I wasn't rich and popular like you.