My Random Stories

(The Wandering Shepherd Website) (The following story is based on real events) It was a Saturday night and I had just met up with my friends over a cup of coffee to discuss “Guy Issues” (Yes, men do talk about “Guy Issues”. It’s a thing). Luckily, my mom had let me borrow her car, so I could stay late. The coffee shop closed up, we parted ways and I was on my way home. While I was still in the middle of town, I took a wrong turn. Apparently, one is not allowed to turn on that street, but seeing how late it was, you would not think there was any harm. Of course, as you may have already guessed, there was a police officer waiting. He had set a sweet trap like the Venus fly trap, and it was time to cash in the prize. For those who know me intimately, you know I am an actor. This night I was going to put my best performance. I regretted not having a camera that would have been the best film I have ever starred in. He stops me. I stop. He approaches my car, and asks me ...

At the prison cells the fighting continues, until one police officer guarding them, made a threat. The next day they were in court to answer to charges of assault and disturbing the peace. The son got his chance at the podium to defend himself. “Your  honour , I am tired. I am tired of this man. He just came home from prison and instead of reconciling with us, he has just been causing havoc and giving us stress. Every weekend he is drinking, bringing over relatives, or going to relatives’ houses or forcing us to do whatever he wants. We have been doing as he has been saying in the hopes that maybe he will change, but he has gotten worse and worse. My siblings are developing depression thanks to him. They are being forced to do what they are not comfortable with. It has been ten years, we have developed friendships, we have school, we have a social life, and we are planning our futures, so we fail to understand the reason why someone would try to take that from us.” ...

Life continued, never skipping a moment. The man was left to himself while everybody else did what they would normally do. Until one day things turned. “I want us to go to our ‘home’.” “Well you can go on your own.” “You have to come with me.” “Why should I?” “You are my first son and it is your duty to know and own our home.” “Actually it is not. If memory serves me right, I can move from my father’s homestead and build my own.” “As long as you are living under my roof you have to do what I say.” “Really? What gives you the right to come back here after ten years and tell me what to do? I am no longer the child you used to bully.” “Both of you stop it.” “Mom, please keep out of this. Ever since this beast came here, he has continued drinking, exactly what landed him in prison. He has just been frustrating us with these trips home and visiting his relatives, as if we have nothing better to do.” “Excuse me, what did you just call me?” ...