Daddy's little good bad boy
None of it was broccoli, thank God.
I didn’t realize it, or even notice it, and now as I think about it, I realize he was kind of right, I enjoyed every genre, my eyes soaking up every detail.
“I guess it shows me that something could be scarier than real life.” I say quietly.
Both of us stay silent for what seemed like forever. I dampened the mood again, and starting the story where I left off seemed like the father of bad ideas.
I sigh wearily, sinking into my seat,