That strange moment, when your alcoholic retired police officer father offers you a beer… But I like beer, and there’s nothing wrong with that. This is where we meet. I’m still very young and he’s getting older. He works an entry level job at a liquor store, and I have three jobs, an internship, live thousands of miles away, send myself to school and do just fine.
This is our common ground, this is where our dysfunctional pasts meet our patched and functioning presents and our separate futures. This beer is good. Happy New Year.
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