Dad was like ding dong dead. Everything about his life was like this, there was a beginning and end we had all these journals. Letters. Stories.. when dad died it was like and inheritance of all these stories and we had to just to collect them and suck them in. when mom died it was different, there was none of that, just real life stuff. And when we dug into it, it was a lot harder and needed new music and videos to explain. That is just the way a mom works
at six, at all the demons i wrestle to the ground, my mom. my mom until she pulled me into her tit.
that was always good.