We went once over to my granddad's house.
Of course, he just opened the door, muttered something in
some old language no one speaks anymore, and went straight
back to his tv to watch the news.
Then he'd curse the new anchors as if they were the ones to
cause all the wars and desasters in the world.
"Damn Riegis!" He'd say, "Don't need no wars round here no
more! Told ye all damn people was I think o' them wars! Shit
it and fuck all them nasty old bombers!"
Then Mom would be as surprised as can be at the sound of
those words coming from her father. (Although when dad
called her a fucking bitch it seemed okay..).  She'd try to
talk him into speaking politely, as she liked, but it would
do no good. Then she'd try to cry and manipulate him into
doing that, but that would be no good either.
Granddad never talked to us. Never said anything, didn't
even greet us when we came to his house. To ours he almost
never came.
"Damnit, Dad!" Mom would cry, "At least talk to your
grandson! He almost never comes over, you could at least ask
him how was school!"
Then Granddad would mutter something in that same old
language, look from her, to me, to the tv, and then back to
me.
"How was school, ye little brat?" he'd ask with much
annoyance.
"Fine, Grandda," I'd say.
Then he'd give mom an  "are you happy?" sort of look, and
run straight to his room, shut the door, and turn on the tv.
You could still hear his shouts and "Damn Riegis" from
behind the door.
"I don't know what to do with him!" mom would cry to dad,
"The only thing we could do is put him somewhere. In an
instatution or something!"
"Do what ye like," dad would say, then go to granddad's
chair, switch to a football game and send mom for a beer.
Then once I went over to my granddad's room. I opened the
door slightly and saw him sit on his bed, staring at the tv,
muttering and cursing.
"Come in, ye brat!" he suddenly yelled. I didn't think he
saw me, but he knew I was there, so I went in.
"What do ye want?"
"I... Ahhh.... I ahhh... I...."
"That's okay, ye brat!" he'd say, "I know what ye all think
of me! Yer Mom wants to put me in a home, too, I know! Don't
need all those damn old bitches trying to get laid at
seventy!"
"Yeah, granddad, sure... I just... came to ahhh... ask you
if you have any...." i tried to look around. then I found my
saviour.
"I was wondering if you had any of those... ahh... magaziens
with some girls, mom never lets me and i've read all of
dad's...."
The granddad started laughing. As he laughed he rose to his
feet, walked over to a shelf with a big pile of magaziens on
it. From the very bottom of the pile he took out an old
magazien with yellowing pages and handed it over to me.
"There ye go, brat, enjoy!" he laughed as I took the
magaizien, trembling, "Ye know where the bathroom is!"
"Th.... Thanks...." I said, clutching at the magaizien.
I ran out of the room as fast as i could, dropping the
magazien behind me.
Left it there.
I wonder what mom would say if she knew granddad had those
magaziens......