In a Drunken Rage
I sat at the back of the bar while mom flirted with the black men. She was a white woman, about 5 feet 2 inches tall. She, like me, had red hair and green eyes. She was pretty even though she was already 36 years-old. All the black men thought she still looked pretty good. She would haul me to this bar at night and I would sit in the back at a table. The bartender would keep an eye on me. The familiar sounds of the bar filled the air. Dirty jokes, guys hitting on my mom. The TV blared out with...