Kyle was a black dude with permed bangs who moshed to Joy Division and ate, exclusively, Kraft Macaroni & Cheese. Well, he'd buy the knock-off version from the dime store, dump it in a bowl, and run it under the lukewarm tap in the apartment he shared with his mom, Linda, and her live-in lover, Abraham.
Abraham used to tell Kyle to call him "dad", but after Kyle was like "Bro, you work at the post office. You're a cog in the machine, bro.", Abraham stopped telling Kyle anything. He'd avoid him completely in the apartment. If Abraham was in the living room watching news about Lyndon B. Johnson or some shit on their black and white television set and Kyle came in to eat his bowl of room temperature tap water and freeze-dried cheese noodles, Abraham would clear his throat, get up out of his recliner chair he got off the side of the road, and go into the bathroom and sit and read the paper. Probably something about Lyndon B. Johnson in there.
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