Pre Med

It Came to Blows

By: Charles Giuliano - Nov 12, 2014

Pre Med

Mom and Dad were doctors
Expected
No demanded same of me
Family business
Freshman year
Flunked chemistry
A in art
Makeup C+ Harvard Summer School
No fun
Hated labs
In August
Announced plan to major in art
No way
Dragged into back yard
Shirts ripped off
Sense beaten into me
Fists flew
Wanted to kill him
Tough Sicilian loved boxing
Separated
Won’t pay for college
Mom threatened divorce
Ok but without my blessing
The curse
On your own
You will never marry
Never have children
Never own your own home
Then we had spaghetti
That day
I became an artist