The taste of frozen TV dinner melted on his tongue.
The front door opened at eleven.
Dad was late and drunk as usual.
The house was a mess, and but it wasn't his fault.
You can't do anything. You're waste.
The spotlight was on him, but he was a true star.
He was a canvas once again.
But tonight was all about finishing touches.
Tonight, Dad would complete his disastrous masterpiece.
