Dumb Questions Over Slow Gin

Tad stared across the table as his Uncle Kyle stared at his cards, the same cards he’d been pondering for nearly ten minutes. It was a slow game of gin. It was not how Tad had imagined his first college Spring Break.

“So,” Tad ventured into the stillness, “you, um, seriously don’t care if you live or die?”

“Nope,” came the sullen reply, followed quietly by, “And I didn’t ask none of yous to babysit me fer it.”

Silence resumed, though Tad’s brain churned, twisting his face through a series of perplexed expressions.

Kyle grunted, “Out with it, nitwit.”


“You gots a dumb question. Ask it.”

“Oka-a-ay,” Tad tried to tread lightly, “I just thought, you know, that would be a bit more…freeing.”

Uncle Kyle glared over the top of his cards.

Hesitantly, Tad continued, “I just mean, if you really don’t care, seems like the perfect time to try all that stuff normal people don’t do cause they’re afraid they might die, like skydiving, mountain climbing, hitting on biker chicks, or visiting New York.”

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