Being thrown out to the curb , was never new for a kid like me growning up, it was my normal,...
always left to pick up all the little broken pieces of the "adults"
id watch them crash , and burn them toss gasoline on there beat up hearts and they strike the match and watch the fucker burn, and right down to the bottom of every bottle they could find , then each and everyone , would look at me , with the look , the look of puppy dog eyes and a lip that hung so low I swear a bird...