She wants to take us kids somewhere - I don't remember where now - but he doesn't want her to go out, because she's sick. So he's yelling at her about it, anger boiling and building until it powers his fist right through the wall.
I'm 11, standing with my younger brother outside a drugstore watching our father pick a fight because he's drunk and angry about the outcome of a football game. He exchanges punches with a stranger. Blood drips from his lip.
I'm 13, a passenger in a car speeding along a winding country road on a rainy night. My father is driving much...
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