The Next Day 0
"Morning mom, how are you?" I asked mom as she sat in the kitchen pulling on the end of a cigarette. "Not so loud Jay, head is banging son" was her answer. Mom would always be up to see me off to school, regardless of how wild her night was or who she had in her bed. I didn't know if there was a man, a woman or a group waiting on her in her bed, but she did look rough. I gave her a kiss goodbye, she grunted at me, which meant, be good, have a good day and don't get into trouble. My...