English cottage

A different man was my father: he looked like the father on the movie ‘Cujo’. My house looked like an English cottage on the outside. Chlorine was in the state and she visited us. April (a real life friend of mine) was there, and I introduced them. Trinity had sent me a vacuum cleaner, sneakers, meat, and A1 Steak Sauce. I stood in the back of our truck and caught fish: this was the meat Trinity’d sent. My father was violent and would beat my mother. He got a call from a friend and he tried to go visit them. I tried to hide his driver’s license so he’d get arrested, but he got it from me. Then he went into a coma on the couch. My brother tried to help him, Mom watered plants outside, and I stole his car keys. I tried to get up into the car, which was parked on a hill, but I kept sliding back down. The landscape looked like I was in the game American McGee’s Alice now.

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