The Making of a Fighter Pilot s WhoreChapter 5 A New Beginning
I woke up about 11 am with the sound of the TV blaring in the living room and with the biggest hangover I think I had ever had. I walked into the living room and my son was watching cartoons on the TV and I yelled at him, "Joey, turn that damn thing down goddamn it!" Joey started crying and I walked in to the kitchen looking for some coffee and some aspirin for my head and started looking through cabinets. Lydia was sitting at the kitchen table with our daughter, Christine, feeding her...