today Lib & I sat next to this horrible man who kept yelling at his daughter because she wasn't playing soccer perfectly enough & she wasn't ripping scalps off the opposing team & she wasn't unscrewing anybody's head and sticking it on a spike as an example to all the other losers & occasionally she made a pass a few degrees away from where it optimally should have gone & every now and then she didn't manage to get the ball away from Sheila & her team didn't win & I've heard of this kind of thing on TV shows and stuff but this is the first time I've witnessed it firsthand & what a godawful nightmare to go to an 11-year-old's soccer game on a beautiful Fall day and be half out of your seat in pain and anxiety the whole time & I mean seriously what the fuck is wrong with people? Do people like that ever see themselves satirized on TV shows & do they recognize themselves & do they feel bad because they're such hundred per cent class A pricks? Or do they just totally not get it? Tonight after his house is quiet will he feel bad and not know why? Will she? Or does she already know why all too well? And the guy's son was chubby-faced and all decked out in camo from head to toe and he looked ridiculous and I'll bet you anything if he even thinks about it he thinks he's trying to please the old man. (2013)