MY COMPLAINT DEPARTMENT – by John Grey

My older brother would tag along after my sadness. He’d watch me stuff my head in the pillow, scratch at the blankets, squeeze the sheets together like the pimple on my chin. “What have you got to complain about,” was his favorite saying. I’d take a swipe at him. It was house money. At best, I’d connect with his silly jaw. At worst, he’d grab … Continue reading MY COMPLAINT DEPARTMENT – by John Grey