I gape up at the orderly, ‘uhh, I don’t . . That’s not . .’ I stammer, as I feel my face growing hotter.
Curtis shrugs, ‘my mother was an alcoholic’ he states openly, as though he’s telling me the time or something. ‘I was the oldest of four kids, I pretty much raised them from the time I was seven. Ma spent all her time in the bar, that’s how she ended up with four boys with four different dad’s. When she actually came home, she’d usually bring the latest asshole that had bought her a few beers and introduced him as our new daddy.
Every new daddy had the same personality, no job, always drunk and liked to use their fists. Sometimes on her, sometimes on us, it was a coin toss whether he would like bullying women or kids, or both. They were all there for one reason, and I can promise you
