Something you already know about the author: He is lazy.

Something you don’t know about the author: He does not like flip-flops.

Something you just learned about the author: He’s got another story up. But this time, it’s one used to sedate you when he misses update days.

Saucy Troubles for Troubling Sauces

The First Story

Expectations

Not so long ago, in a not so far away place, there lived a boy named Travis. On the outside, he was quite a normal boy. He had a mother and a father, good grades, blonde hair and blue eyes, nice friends, and he had just gotten his license. His mother and father were very proud of him. At the tender age of eleven, he had joined the football team and had, by the time of our story, acquired a multitude of trophies and awards for his father to hang on the shelf.

Yes, Travis was a truly wonderful son. His parents couldn’t have asked for any better.

However, there were things about Travis that his parents did not know.

They did not know that his friends were all phonies or that he got good grades because he was on the football team. They didn’t know how he secretly hated football. They didn’t know of his desire to dye his hair a different shade or that his girlfriend was Muslim. They didn’t know of his dreams to become a famous artist one day, painting something as grand as the Sistine Chapel. They didn’t know how he often thought of becoming a pastry chef or that he liked the sound of the violin.

They didn’t know all of these things. Travis was pretty sure that they wouldn’t understand.

We mustn’t forget one thing though. Travis was a truly wonderful son. His parents couldn’t have asked for any better.

Knowing how well his parents thought of him, Travis decided to give them a chance. One day, he pulled out his sketchpad from under his mattress. He would show his father one of his drawings and, upon seeing with his own two eyes how incredibly talented Travis was, there would be no question. Travis would be able to freely express himself.

“Father!” Travis called into the house. A voice answered back and, following the sound, Travis found his father in the kitchen. Holding the sketchpad tightly to himself, he spoke. “I want to show you something.” Shaking like a scared puppy, Travis opened the sketchpad and pt it on the counter.

Travis’s father looked at the drawing. Travis was a truly wonderful son. His parents couldn’t have asked for any better. His father knew that, but this had surprised him. When he didn’t say anything about the drawing, Travis began to excitedly tell him of all the things he had already done and had yet to accomplish. Travis’s father shut him up with one sentence.

“Drawing is for sissies.”

Today, Travis is a lawyer. But of course, he isn’t just a lawyer.

Travis is a truly wonderful son. His parents couldn’t ask for any better.