Rebellion

Unfortunately, I started rebelling against my parents at around the same time I developed body odour.

– Son, I strongly suggest that you start wearing deodorant.

– Fuck you, Dad. I’ve got bigger plans.

– Please, son, I’m not the only one who feels strongly about this. Your teachers sent me a letter by messenger. It was signed by some of your classmates.

– Give the Man whatever he wants, right, Dad? Always obey the Man. That’s your great philosophy of life.

– Yes, that’s fine, son. Listen. It’s really bad. The smell is really bad.

– Hey, Dad, guess what? I’m not going to synagogue anymore.

– Okay … Please, son, I bought you these different kinds of deodorant. If you don’t like any of them, I’ll go back to the store and buy you more kinds. Hey, here’s a cool one. It’s for athletes.

– I’m moving out! I’m going to live under the overpass! Some of those people fought in wars, Dad. You didn’t fight in any wars.

– Okay, that’s … All that’s fine. Please put this on, son. You … you carry my name.