Today was typical.
I came home as usual through the front door shouting "honey, I'm home." My wife came running down the stairs to greet me as I took my shoes off. "Luke, you'd never guessed what happened today." I took my pipe out of my mouth and sat in my recliner. I unfolded the newspaper and said "You've decided to get off your fat ass and get a job." "No... Tim and Jim were fighting and when I tried to break it up I ripped my dress." "Well" I said, "I guess I'll handel it." "Jim, Tim, get you ass down here" "Jim and Tim walked down stairs with their heads down crying." They knew what was coming. They both stood in front of me with beat red faces awaiting their punishment. "I want you both to go outside and find a stick." They started cying loudly now, while mumbling "no dad please" in between their sobs. "You either go and find a stick or I find one for you." The boys started walking towards the door, still crying, and I said "You have five minutes." They started crying even louder and their cries soon faded as they shut the front door behind them to look for a stick. My wife seemed disgusted with how I planned to punish the boys. I ignored this and slapped her on her ass and told her to get me a sandwich with lunch N' meat on it. "Oh, and take the peppers out of the salami." She walked away smiling and I whispered to myself "that's right bitch." I then reclined in my recliner with the newspaper. I read over the obituaries and glanced over the top at my newspaper at Jim who I hadn't heard come in. He was smiling. "Look dad, I found this." He held up a 10 inch kitchen knife. I was shocked and before I could reach out and take the knife from him a black trashbag was thrust over my head. I Yelled out "What the fuck" and before I could continue my cursing I felt that 10 inch kitchen knife go into my stomach. The shock that overcame me was unbearable I began sweating profusely and I couldn't make out what was going on outside of the plastic bag. I heard my wifes voice and soon my son's voice, Tim. I ripped the knife our of my stomach trying not to notice the pain that I felt and the dizziness I felt. I jumped up off the couch and swung the knife wildly around me making sure no one was near me. Then with the opposite hand of the knife I pulled the trash bag off my head. I noticed blood everywhere and then my body sitting in the chair with the trash bag still over my head. There was a knife in my stomach and as I studied my body in horror, I noticed there was a handel of another kitchen knife sticking out of the trash bag. My wife was standing there next to my body sweating and holding Jim and Tim close to her. The three of them grabbed my body and began dragging it across the floor and to the kitchen. Then I seen a white light and I started walking to it but it hurt my eyes so I went to sleep.