Thursday, June 25, 2026

not my dad

My own dad was the son of two alcoholics, so he never touched alcohol (his little brother is a different story). I grew up in a house where we had a hutch cabinet whose bottom compartment was filled with a random assortment of unopened gift bottles of this or that whiskey. I wonder what happened to those bottles. Of course, Dad turned out not to need alcohol to reveal himself to be a lying, cowardly piece of shit.




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