My father always drank when he was mad he drank and when he did you got mad and hit people I was in my room one time and hrard him hitting my mother. I woke up in my cold rock like mattes the year is 1942 I walked down stairs to the kitchen and sat on a gray chair that was soft. "Hello mother " I said to my mother she was sitting on the gray couch she was wearing a black dress and red lipstick and has black hair "yes what do you want or do you just want to bother me ?"
" no I was just wondering if you could make me something food " "no I'm going out can't you see you little shit " " but I can't cook "
"well I guess that's a you problem then".
"Mom I'm only 8 " " yeah yeah suck it up when I was your age I was smoking wead and drinking alcohol " " so I think you can cook plus if you burn the house down of get burned
It's a life lesson ". Anyway kid I have to go now kid " " wow you can't even remember my name " "yes I do its .. its ummm Roger ?"
"No mom my name is Dez if three letters you still can't remember my name " "yeah yeah "what every I got to go " my mom walked out the door and got in the car and drove off