The failures of pops. Jesus/God. Daughter/father. Pre-detox love. 3% unsure.
"The secrets are still buried deep by bull’s ass. But we rocked out and flayed asphalt. Thin Lizzy. There is no band worth a nickel, my pop believes, who hasn’t had a member OD."
"I AM BINGHAM, FATHER TO OLIVIA. HERE TO BE SAVED"
"I gas it and drive around the block for awhile with the radio fritzing out to Johnny Cash, Ring of Fire -- Down, down, down."
"Pop doesn't have any fashion sense when it comes to women's attire. I'd gotten dolled up to see him off: My best black mini. Disco-dish. I even rolled my hair the night before. It was big."
"Ground steak, chuck steak, cube steak and Moon-Pies. Rent's paid up for the month.”
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