May 2011
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To My Mom
I remember one time when I was about six years old, convincing my drunk mother to drive me to Wal-Mart for a remote controlled car. She drank a lot, and, as young kids are prone to do, I took advantage of her inebriation by using guilt trips to get toys and other things that I wanted.
Not only did she proceed to drive me and my best friend Joey to Wal-Mart drunk, but she let us ride on the hood...
