Marvel Premiere #3, July 1972, cover by Barry Windsor-Smith and Frank Giacoia
Well I kind of did, but I don’t consider that bitch a part of my family.
The stupid fucking kid left the car windows open and fucked up the car. The parents aren’t even yelling about it, just pointing out what they did.
The kid just keeps responding with ‘JEEZ MOM, SHUT UP! LEAVE ME ALONE! I’M GOING TO STEPHENS!” I don’t normally get annoyed by this kind of stuff, but what an entitled little shit. They’ve always been like this. Rich kids part of an elitist community. Fucking brat.
So my mom and I have been working the same waitress job for 5-6 years now. She had been waitressing years before, but this is recently. Anyway, about… 15 minutes ago this guy she waited on left and told her to take care. Just that. Prior to this she had talked to him about Italy. Her people are from Florence, this and that, and she said she’s never been. She’s got 8 years of art education and she’s working a waitress job. It’s pretty… Sad and disappointing, I guess. Her and my father divorced 6 years ago and she hasn’t had a real job ever. Just been stuck in a small town she’s not from.
This man who we have never seen before tipped her 1000 dollars for a trip to Italy. Walked out, not another word.
…you know. Just when I start to lose faith in humanity….Hm.