Horchata
Life at home is so insanely bland that I sometimes want to gouge my eyes out just for a change of pace. It’s not a bad life. My parents are divorced, but whose aren’t these days? My mom and my step-dad are both career-driven Gen X’ers who are progressive enough to be accepting of my orientation, but obsessed enough with climbing the corporate ladder that they’re rarely home for dinner .
My biological father has a pretty cool girlfriend involved in the local music scene . He pays his child support on time and she occasionally gets me back stage at some rather fabulous shows. Really, I shouldn’t be complaining.
But it’s so predictable .
“ Maybe you should take a gap year,” my mother once suggested. “Go off and see the world before you have to settle down and work for a living
