[ so you flip to chapter 4. there appears to be a diagram of a man. yes his head really is shaped like this that unfortunately is just what happens. anyway, surrounding the image of this man is a paragraph. ]
You think I could like someone like him? A stupid old comedian who gets clowned on all the time. He barely ever goes on TV either. And when he does it's always some ridiculous thing like getting piping-hot oden shoved into his mouth. The day after he goes on air, I always get made fun of by my friends. I hate it. I'm sick and tired of it! I told you, I hate him! Everything about him! I hate how much he drinks and how he acts so cocky and stubborn when he's drunk. He talks about all these big dreams that he can never achieve. When he sobers up he remembers what he did when he was drunk and squirms under the blankets. Isn't that sad? It makes me hate him even more. The way his nose hair is always sticking out, the way he wipes his face with sanitary napkins, his stupid, awful singing in the bath tub. Everything about him is creepy, awful and pathetic. I hate him.
[ at some point in your reading, you hear a somewhat familiar voice of an extremely angry 12 year old voicing these sentiments.
you turn the page to a photo of a Ferris wheel. one of those pop-up diagrams, and you see the wheel going round and round as another paragraph lays before you. ]
Dad and I are fighting. I ran away from home yesterday. My friends made fun of me because it's my dad's fault for being pathetic. "Pull yourself together! Show me how cool you can be on TV!" That's what I said to my dad, then. "I bring smiles to the audience. If I can do that, I don't care if I get mocked. That's what it means to be an entertainer." When he said that, I blurted out "That's why Mom got sick of you and left!" Dad turned bright red and said, "Then why don't you just leave too?" So I did. That's why I left the house.
[ reading these paragraphs...you feel a sense of anger. you're humiliated. you're frustrated. you're desperate for your father to just listen and stop clowning around and actually try to make your little family work instead of only thinking of his dreams. you used to support him. you used to love his comedy and encouraged him to follow his dreams. and then things got worse. and worse. and worse. the teasing. the lack of money. the times your house is empty because your stupid dad has skewed priorities.
when you turn the page, there's a new assessment quiz. looks like it's time to help program your dad. ]
Career Assessment: Which of these jobs should your father take? a.) comedian b.) businessman c.) illegal arms dealer
[ make your choice? or you can, like, do something else if you want. ]
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You think I could like someone like him? A stupid old comedian who gets clowned on all the time. He barely ever goes on TV either. And when he does it's always some ridiculous thing like getting piping-hot oden shoved into his mouth. The day after he goes on air, I always get made fun of by my friends. I hate it. I'm sick and tired of it! I told you, I hate him! Everything about him! I hate how much he drinks and how he acts so cocky and stubborn when he's drunk. He talks about all these big dreams that he can never achieve. When he sobers up he remembers what he did when he was drunk and squirms under the blankets. Isn't that sad? It makes me hate him even more. The way his nose hair is always sticking out, the way he wipes his face with sanitary napkins, his stupid, awful singing in the bath tub. Everything about him is creepy, awful and pathetic. I hate him.
[ at some point in your reading, you hear a somewhat familiar voice of an extremely angry 12 year old voicing these sentiments.
you turn the page to a photo of a Ferris wheel. one of those pop-up diagrams, and you see the wheel going round and round as another paragraph lays before you. ]
Dad and I are fighting. I ran away from home yesterday. My friends made fun of me because it's my dad's fault for being pathetic. "Pull yourself together! Show me how cool you can be on TV!" That's what I said to my dad, then. "I bring smiles to the audience. If I can do that, I don't care if I get mocked. That's what it means to be an entertainer." When he said that, I blurted out "That's why Mom got sick of you and left!" Dad turned bright red and said, "Then why don't you just leave too?" So I did. That's why I left the house.
[ reading these paragraphs...you feel a sense of anger. you're humiliated. you're frustrated. you're desperate for your father to just listen and stop clowning around and actually try to make your little family work instead of only thinking of his dreams. you used to support him. you used to love his comedy and encouraged him to follow his dreams. and then things got worse. and worse. and worse. the teasing. the lack of money. the times your house is empty because your stupid dad has skewed priorities.
when you turn the page, there's a new assessment quiz. looks like it's time to help program your dad. ]
Career Assessment:
Which of these jobs should your father take?
a.) comedian
b.) businessman
c.) illegal arms dealer
[ make your choice? or you can, like, do something else if you want. ]