Taco sauce

Taco sauce

You been eat­ing my taco sauce?”

Rebecca Philips lifted her head from the mag­a­zine and caught her son hang­ing onto the fridge door, think­ing that it was about time he cut his hair and got him­self a job. Maybe take his live-​in girl­friend with him. She said, “I ate some, Chris.”

Christo­pher, star­ing at her, said, “You get the munchies?”

Rebecca hes­i­tated, her brain ask­ing if she heard right. She kept look­ing at him but didn’t answer.

Yeah, I bet that’s what it was,” he said, slam­ming the fridge door. “My bitch of a mother ate my taco sauce.”

By Vin­cent Holland

Inspired by the case of Christo­pher Philips - http://​digg​.com

“You been eating my taco sauce?”

Rebecca Philips lifted her head from the magazine and caught her son hanging onto the fridge door, thinking that it was about time he cut his hair and got himself a job. Maybe take his live-in girlfriend with him. She said, “I ate some, Chris.”

Christopher, staring at her, said, “You get the munchies?”

Rebecca hesitated, her brain asking if she heard right. She kept looking at him but didn’t answer.

“Yeah, I bet that’s what it was,” he said, slamming the fridge door. “My bitch of a mother ate my taco sauce.”

By Vincent Holland

Inspired by the case of Christopher Philips – http://digg.com