Tag: fathers

More than a Bloody Moon

Dad is slumped over on me now; half of his weight is on my right side, my right arm under his. I walk him to his side of the bed hoping Mother won’t wake up and see how drunk he is, see the blood I didn’t get…

He Can Run But He Can’t Hide

Narrated by Cono Dennis: I listened to those summer bugs, the cicadas, the ones that sound like sandpaper being rubbed together. Aunt Nolie’s radio started to crackle. We knew we were getting close. Finally, we heard the announcer, Clem McCarthy, saying that the fight was about…

Proceed with Caution

“Always pay attention to your surroundings,” Dad always told my sister and I. Perhaps he said this because he grew up in West Texas during the Depression  – a place and time with caution at every turn of a dirt road. (Dad on right)…

Tellin’ it like it was

I’ve never been to jail nor do I plan to ever go. Growing up sometimes, I felt like I was in jail just from living under the same roof as Dad. I can’t imagine being all boxed in like that. I’d think the roof…

Easy money

Shortly after arriving in San Antone, I went to town and bought some switchblades, knucks, and other crap that I thought I could sell for a profit to those little green-behind-the-ear boys who were still thinking about sucking on their mothers’ tits. I went…

Death of an Uncle

The man lying in the bed doesn’t look anything like my Uncle Joe. His head is all swelled up, and a long, bloody cut runs from his forehead, over his eye, and down to his chin. There’s another cut over his nose, a deep…

Drunk and crazy cowboys

        According to Grady, Logchain and “Is’ral” got real liquored up, the two of them drunker than Cooter Brown. They hopped on top of Nellie, Ike’s old Gray mare, and rode straight into the lobby of the Gholson Hotel. As if…

What numbskull wrote this?

While sitting for my 14 month old granddaughter, I thought once again about the lyrics of this creepy song: Rock a bye baby, in a treetop, when the wind blows, the cradle will rock, when the bough breaks, the cradle will fall, and down will come…

Unraveling the meaning of “an eye for an eye”

Mr. Pall thinks he’s tougher than a pair of old leather boots, probably because he used to be some kinda wrestler or something. He isn’t nearly as tough as Dad, who last week had beaten a man unconscious on Main Street just because the man spouted…

Calf Slobber

My father is a worthless, sorry son of a bitch, no better than calves’ slobber. I’ve tried to find reasons to believe otherwise, I really have. How can a piece of apple pie be so good and so bad at the same time? Maybe…