Don’t Hit, Girls

Published February 10, 2017 by paulandpaulasbooks

Different Man Once Again

Monday, January 2nd, 2017 – 3:35 am

“My grandfather helped raise me and he would read to us from the Bible about Joseph. How this man was privileged to love and raise a child not his own. There is a reason I didn’t really care when I heard Sonny or even Ben died. When my grandfather passed away, I lost the only man who ever loved me as a father.”

“When your father wouldn’t back me up and told me to quit if I didn’t like my boss hitting on me, I got depressed. I started drinking a lot more again. When your dad hit me again in the face, I gathered up and tried to sneak you three boys across state lines. They tracked our location based on my using the home phone number to charge my calls to aunt Linda in New York. The sheriff pulled us…

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Grounded

Published December 10, 2016 by paulandpaulasbooks

Friday, December 9th, 2016 – 9:44 am It is day four of my cruel banishment and unreal punishment. Or is it five? I don’t even know anymore. The pain and the confusion have blurred them …

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Great Pretender

Published December 3, 2016 by paulandpaulasbooks

Different Man Once Again

Friday December 2nd, 2016 – 4:19 pm

“You were always the most like your father, both in sense of humor as well as… as well as… you know… you know what I am trying to say…”

“Personality?” I ask.

“Yes!” she replies.

“I had to be. I studied him from four years old on. I tried do the things he liked, at first to get on his good side, and then to excel at them, just to prove I was better than both him and Paul, whether it was guitar or chess or sense of humor or winning arguments.”

“Why?” my mother asks.

It’s 1:30 am in my cold, stinky Oregon garage. It is the far more obscene 4:30 am in New York. I just got done telling her that when I am at my sickest and cannot even tell who I am talking to, my voice gets very…

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