Downloading Granddaddy's Law

I’m used to living alone. The peace, the quiet, the comfort. So when my son calls and begs me to put the fear of God in my grandson, I almost say no.

But I don’t.

When Ezekiel shows up, I can already tell he’s trouble. Drugs, drinking, sex, the whole nine yards. Some hard work and a firm hand should set him straight.

I think he could turn out alright.

If only I could keep my hands off of him. And my tongue. And my teeth…