tower excerpt 6 dec 2019
Tower Motel Excerpt 6 Dec 2019
One night when Dad was drunk, and he was drunk most nights, he gave me one year at home, without a job, after I graduated. Then he would kick me out. In English class we read a poem by somebody – maybe it was Carl Sandburg, but I always confused him with some other white-haired guys – who said home was the place where they had to take you in if you went there. He didn’t say anything about time limits, but then Dad had done a lot worse in English than I did, so he didn’t know that.