just like daddy…

where ya been…

out…

out where…

just out…

smell like a saloon…

maybe…

not no maybe to it…smell like whiskey…cigarettes…been drinkin’ tonight…

little…

I’d say…

what’s it to ya…

just sayin’…can always smell ya comin’…got that Wild Turkey smell ’boutcha…Evans…some whiskey…smell like my daddy used to smell…he’d come home saturated in smoke and booze…could never get ‘nough of it…come plowin’ in the house ’round midnight…sometimes I’d see him passed out right there on the kitchen table in some cold plate momma’d left out for him…just layin there still as could be…snorin’…never heard such snorin’…

and…

you remind me of him…maybe that’s why I married ya…they say we marry our parents…think that’s true…

what…

we marry our parents…

you ain’t nothin’ like my mom…

no…spose not…well you’re sure like my daddy…just like him…

guess so…

I guess so…

tired…

I’ll bet…

you got the answer to everything now dont’cha…

maybe I do…

you gotta give me the third degree…gotta stick it to me when I’m down for the count…

yep…just like daddy…used to talk to mom that way…just like that…

had ‘nough of you…

used to hit her too…you gonna hit me…go on…take a wild swing…

girl…

go on…said go on…

goin to bed…had it…

just like daddy…just like daddy…

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