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Now when my mother died I had to take it in stride, there ain't no room for pride in watching your father cry.
And dad made it until maybe a year later when they found his suicide inside of a grain elevator. Got over it, I had no other offers or options. Thought about whether or not mom and pop was watching. Never bothered with caution, no time for fear. Saw my folks carry fear for most my early years and I learned from it, turned numb and ignored the storm, a burning sun waiting for the world to plummet. Finished growing up under my uncle's roof. He taught me how to count all the way up to 100 proof. From watching him I learned how to gather nourishment, living off the different women that he had to nurture him. And on the surface I became a normal pre-teen, more afraid of nuclear war than snake bites and bee stings. My best friend was my TV. Game shows and cartoons substituted for puppies, rainbows, and balloons. Now here I am, the shy type, and I think I'm doing alright considering what it was like living my life. |
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