Oh child

your father is delirious and your mother sits in the corner cackling while her secret boyfriend fondles you under the table

someday you'll see him panhandling on a street corner and he'll smile at you in recognition but not remember what he did and you'll kick him in the teeth

and later you'll inherit a fortune from some unknown aunt and within a year you'll have shot it all into your arms

when it's all gone you'll go into rehab

live above a bookstore in a grungy little northwest town

dream of having a farm someday