As a child I was always closer to my dad. He made me happy just standing there, because I knew he wouldn't be there that long. I'd seen him in a cop car, in handcuffs, even in jail...
When I was about 4 that was the first time I seen my dad really break his character. He was screaming and throwing things, the neighbors knocked on the door to make sure things were alright - when they knew things weren't. Things were never 'normal' things were never 'alright' things were never even quiet.
I would always be away, locked in a room with my mom. I remeber my dad taking drink after drink. That look in his eyes of - deep horror - I could tell what would happen. I would run. Not physically, but mentally. Running away from the childhood memories of - of my father being a monster.
