Alex C. Dembicki

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Disappointment crowned the heads of my mother and father as they helplessly watched their three children run willfully into the dull, brute arms of a society whose culture was as enriching as a block of Velveeta cheese. 

By the time their oldest - my sister - started bleeding and bitching, it was too late: all three of their hopes and dreams were stolen in the middle of the night and then replaced, one by one, by teenagers. American teenagers.