I remember one great time. My dad had been out to the "beer joint" -thats what he liked to call it came home drunker than crap. He of course woke my mother up to yell and demean her every which way he could always do-she always sat there and just cried asking him to stop or hurry up. As if someone... Sign in to see full entry.
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