It's an honored Basque tradition for men in their 25th year to follow the odyssey of other men in the family. Andoni was very close to this day and he was delighted. There were tales told of previous men's exploits, some more sophisticated than others. Andoni's older brother, Josepe, advised him against following in his footsteps knowing that his admiration would lead him in that direction. His coming of age was one of those less glamorous stories, he was a wild boy with no regard for convention or traditions. He told him "Unless those poor dipshits eat this sauerkraut, that piss horror we agreed not to mention anymore won't have done anybody a lick of good." Andoni nodded in understanding, realizing what his brother had been trying to tell him all this time. His mother would be happy and his father proud, and he would finally be a man.



Writing prompt: a piece in which a character uses the line, "Unless those poor dipshits eat this sauerkraut, that piss horror we agreed not to mention anymore won't have done anybody a lick of good."