my dad
crustyfag:
going through 4 marriages didn't help him learn much, though he was with at least one amazing woman ( my mom), and im sure the others had their qualities (allthough the last one was kinda screwed herself, raised a white trash seventh day adventist, had her kids taken away after her husband had been molesting all three of them, without her knowledge).
an intimidating man, a private investigator, a charmer, a drunk, a strong fat guy. he smoked 2 packs a day most of his life, battled skin cancer and alcholism, loved his cars and his ski boats, enjoyed treating everyone to dinner, vacations to hawaii, and crap they didn't want (think bike from kmart, cadilacs with bows on them, dogs who would be neglected).
he allienated everyone close to him, myself, my brother and the rest of our family. we barely ever knew any of his family, and those we did, we stopped knowing sometime in the mid-eighties. left mostly alone (it sounds aweful, but he is fucking difficult, sending out pro bush emails, and refusing to awknoledge anyone else's opinions) many of us felt worried for his future. never the saver, it didnt look that he would have much in his old age.
well lucky him- the government fessed-up. in and out of the hospital for various surgeries, he rediscovered jesus ( further alienating those who were brave, or patient enough to still have some contact with him. not having much health coverage, like most americans, he turned to the VA for help. and "help" is on the way, he will now recieve a pension, just as greg does for AIDS, so he can live out his last misserable (smoking again) years, without starving to death (though the diabeties makes him not want to eat much).
at lunch with my mom recently (she agreed out of curiousity) he told stories of agent orange, the toxic liquid dripping off of everything, covering the bodies of working class men like himself, who joined the navy at 17 to escape the horrors of home life, only to be shot in the ass and sent home with a "thank you". lucky for him he is not vietnamese. i never felt so bad for him before.
my dad really does have brain damage
the us government denied agent orange poisoning from the vietnam war untill a few years ago. steve long had always had problems, he grew up in the projects in nyc's bronx burough, in the 1950's, a very rough time and place. his parents were both raging alchoholics, throwing eachother down flights of stairs and trying to murder eachother in front of the children. steve never really had any examples, other than television, of how people are supposed to treat eachother, and he never had very good taste in tv.
going through 4 marriages didn't help him learn much, though he was with at least one amazing woman ( my mom), and im sure the others had their qualities (allthough the last one was kinda screwed herself, raised a white trash seventh day adventist, had her kids taken away after her husband had been molesting all three of them, without her knowledge).
an intimidating man, a private investigator, a charmer, a drunk, a strong fat guy. he smoked 2 packs a day most of his life, battled skin cancer and alcholism, loved his cars and his ski boats, enjoyed treating everyone to dinner, vacations to hawaii, and crap they didn't want (think bike from kmart, cadilacs with bows on them, dogs who would be neglected).
he allienated everyone close to him, myself, my brother and the rest of our family. we barely ever knew any of his family, and those we did, we stopped knowing sometime in the mid-eighties. left mostly alone (it sounds aweful, but he is fucking difficult, sending out pro bush emails, and refusing to awknoledge anyone else's opinions) many of us felt worried for his future. never the saver, it didnt look that he would have much in his old age.
well lucky him- the government fessed-up. in and out of the hospital for various surgeries, he rediscovered jesus ( further alienating those who were brave, or patient enough to still have some contact with him. not having much health coverage, like most americans, he turned to the VA for help. and "help" is on the way, he will now recieve a pension, just as greg does for AIDS, so he can live out his last misserable (smoking again) years, without starving to death (though the diabeties makes him not want to eat much).
at lunch with my mom recently (she agreed out of curiousity) he told stories of agent orange, the toxic liquid dripping off of everything, covering the bodies of working class men like himself, who joined the navy at 17 to escape the horrors of home life, only to be shot in the ass and sent home with a "thank you". lucky for him he is not vietnamese. i never felt so bad for him before.
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