Truer than True
Through My Eyes
I’ve been thinking a lot about my child hood lately, how we never had a permanent place to live. How my mother was a an alcoholic and my dad was a dead beat who came around at his convenience. I’m remember days when we would move from one of my mothers friends house in the middle of the night to another friends house around the corner. Only to move back to the friend we left in the middle of the night, because they were drunks who couldn’t have a good time without arguing about frivolous things. This is one of the reasons I opted not to drink liquor I didn’t want to be like them. Sometimes I think maybe if I had at least one drink the pain I feel would go away and I wouldn’t feel so sad and lonely.