By D. Troy Johnson
I retrieved the mail from the mailbox before dad got home. After he got off from work, he searched the kitchen table looking for the mail.
Retrieving a box labeled Viagra; I placed it in my room. My Dad and I watched TV well past mid-night, and after a while, neither of us uttered a word. It was an eerie silence. Then, finally he asked,
“Who got the mail today?” Continue reading