EN119 Lecture Notes - Insecticide, Long, Long, Long, Tenderly
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Five, and another one s still on his filthy hand. Six to eight cans of beer each night, almost a dozen when he brought victory back home, gambling with the money his son had been saving for a better use. The foul smell of the room was more than disturbing. It made him wonder at what he had done in his previous life, to be trapped and punished with this fat-ass bastard he called father. If not for his mother, jack would have left that miserable place and lived his own life. Coming back from work and still had to clean up his father s mess. Picking up the empty beer cans, his stinking socks, and kicked the oversized shoe under the table with a rage, hoping it was his father s head instead. Sometimes he wondered on how his mother could end up marrying that pig. The man stirred, his heavy eyes opened as he groaned.