in the booth of a slightly upscale burger place my mother brother & i discussed how the idea of religion makes us feel claustrophobic how we would much rather be talked with than talked at how A.D.D. only exists so that people can pin a problem to their shirt and how kids are given tootsie pops to pledge to be 'drug free!' as their parents fill them up with Ritalin so they can get A's like the other kids.
i glanced to my left and saw a mother, a father & a son her nails were very painted and his face was glazed over with judgement
they had nothing to say to each other.
and when they smiled at the waiter it was not with their eyes.