25nd in Hey, buddy, got a light?

It’s a nice house, you know. Old school build, it’s in a quiet neighborhood, cozy. You can tell an old couple lived here. My grandpa smiled, man. The guy my grandma was married to after him, like, never smiled for shit. Always had this gruff look on his face.
Dad has yet to personally contact any of us; his children. He recently tried to ‘buy’ me back, in my mom’s words, by sending over a new-ish laptop with my mom and saying it was for me.
I told her she could have it.
I should have kept it, though, it’d be nice to have two about now; since I don’t know how to reset the xfinity router here.
Happy t-, no that’s weird, it’s like fuckin’, how can we say happy thanksgiving to one another at all? It just seems crass in some way to me.
“And here’s snoopy and the peanuts gang comin down main street; haha, these smallpox are for you, injun joe!”
Whatever, have a good week, be good, and quit worrying about shit.