loneliest-Man-around

I wasn’t really sure why I was leaving on a plane to live with a parent I didn’t really like all that much to begin with. I much preferred to live with my mom. We had a lot more in common than my dad. But Mom had just gotten married to her latest boy toy, Bob, and there was no way in hell I was going to listen to them go at it for hours on end. At least with my dad, who was pretty much the picture of the pathetic bachelor, I could have some sense of privacy since he was never there. “Are you sure you this is what you want to do, Miska?” my mom, Chloe, asked me for literally the 23rd time. I know because I had been countin