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 pleading.

Fast forward a month. Another phone call. This time, he threw a goddamn jar of Cheez Whiz at her head, missed, and it crashed into the hallway. How awful.

It's not wrong to speak ill of the dead because they were that fucking awful. Nothing beats memories like hearing loud music blasting when you have school the next day. Oh and my stepdad and mother? They certainly didn't give a fuck.

Days and days went on with him 'cancelling' work and instead, drinking his f*cking face off. I have no clue how he saved his taxi driving job.

I think the owner of the taxi had other drivers who could fill in. When I was working back in the 90's, if you called in sick more than 1 day in a row, you'd likely be fired. But not this guy. It was a few years before 2005 when he stopped drinking: He had this bottle of whiskey in his housecoat, within easy reach as he walked over to the couch to watch football. This was considered a normal happening in my family.

And now, I flinch when I see a bottle of rum or whiskey sitting on the table. God knows what hell it will unleash in the wrong hands.

God speed.