“Dear Diary,
Today after we lost to the poopy 76ers, daddy was really mad. He told us that even though we don’t have Chris we need to play better. When he said that I almost started to cry because daddy always talks about Chris but when I play good he never tells me how good I was.
I thought that Chris hurting his little baby thumb would mean that daddy pays more attention to me, but daddy still loves stupid Chris more than anything. So after daddy talked to us Alan could see I was sad and he came over and patted my shoulder and told me that I was going to be the star of the team now and that I would be a star just as good as Blake Griffin who’s mean and punches people. That made me feel better. Alan is my best friend. He knows how to make me happy when I’m sad and he has the coolest movies at his house on his big TV.
I looked at my numbers today and I’m shooting over 40% on three-pointers. Chris only did that one time in his whole time playing in the NBA and he’s old. Sometimes I daydream about how good I will be when I get older. Maybe daddy will finally pay attention to me.
Thanks for being there, diary. You never ignore me like daddy does.
-Austin”