“It was to be the year of Marvin!”
“It was to be the year of Marvin!”Marvin attacked the New Year with a renewed vigor and sense of purpose. Papers were assigned. The parade of 90’s history epic films was led down a dark lonesome alley never to be seen again. Pop quizzes snapped his lost flock back to attention. He slept like the dead and dealt with the presence of Lydia’s mom, Ms. Patricia Montgomery, by avoiding every single person in the house as much as possible. He left for school in the morning without saying goodbyes and returned when he knew it was time for dinner. If he could make a beeline from the front door to the table, scarf down Patricia’s bland cooking with the silence of a monk, then retire to the living room to veg out to whatever asinine drivel the TV was throwing at hi
