A horse stood at a table.

Jo Veilleux still lived with his parents,

and everything was fine,

every morning he ate any breakfast cereal that had marshmallows in it and he didn’t even have to pick,

every afternoon he ate Annie’s Homegrown Shells & Real Aged Cheddar Macaroni & Cheese because Momma said it wasn’t worth spending extra for the kind with the bunny shapes,

every evening he ate pizza from Pizza Hut but the way he remembered it when he was a kid and not whatever they did to it now,

and he didn’t mind them calling him the wrong name because everything was fine