Circle Jerk by KB Cinder

Moving sounded like a dream come true.
New house, new job, new me, right?
Wrong.

For one, I can’t totally reinvent myself with a kid in tow, so hair dye will have to do.
Second, this new adventure brought Knox.
You know, the neighborhood jerk and all-around A-hole, Knox Brighton?
Or as my son calls him: the circle jerk.
Hey, I laughed, too.
Obviously I’m winning at this parenting thing.
Anyway, Knox is like a burp.
He creeps up at the worst times and always leaves a bad taste in my mouth.
Until one day, he didn’t.
He put his tongue there instead.