Douglas Vonheinl - Updated status
Said "DAVID'SON a short story by Douglas Vonheinl
Call me David for now.
My last name is the most important thing to me; but I'll tell you about that in a little while. First, you need to understand.
The year was 1992 and I was eight years old. My parents were recently divorced, and I chose to live with my father, whose name I have. Dad was a mechanical engineer, and an alcoholic- not in nessecarily in that order, though. At the time he was out of work and we were living off of his unenployment.
One day my dad came home from cashing a check a bit more excited than usual. There was a bounce in his step, as they say; perhaps a gleam in his eye. Whatever it was, he told me to sit, that he had good news.
"Son," he said, "we're not going to be poor anymore."
I couldn't believe it. We'd been living off of ramen noodles and sink water for as long as I could remember. Needless to say, I did not want to get my hopes up for them to be shattered once I found out dad was just drunk and tel"
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