Alcohol Memories
TRIGGER WARNING: VIOLENCE AND ABUSE The memories of fear and screaming resonate loudly in my mind during certain times of my childhood. A drunken violent father, then later, an absolutely livid and screaming stepfather blind drink and yelling with rage - clearly still vivid in my mind. I can remember being slapped in 1989 by this asshole. Want to know why? This fool came after me with murderous intent, so I grabbed a butcher knife in self defense. And you know? The memory of my then supposedly concerned 'mother' who called me up in 2000 saying her husband (now long dead) had (and I quote) 'thrown me so hard against the wall I got knocked out'. I was in Calgary with my late wife Theresa. We had just moved into our first home together. Can you guess what this nice man, her son - me - did next? I called the POLICE. That's right. And guess what - they did NOTHING to help her. My now-dead and violent stepdad Bert weaseled his way from this situation with smiling and ...
