I like drinking, I really do.
I know that it worries you.
My grandfather is an alcoholic,
and so is my father.
I'm not one,
but every girl is a little bit like her father.
For me, it's a little more than a bit.
He's a quiet man, absent, tortured.
He likes red wine, Crown on the rocks,
and making people laugh.
He hates his job
I would say that these things aren't true for me,
but then I'd be lying.
My father and I
order the same things at restaurants,
laugh at each other's jokes,
and like Hemingway more than most.
I'll drink anything,
just like my father.
Whiskey, *****, beer, schnapps,
well, anything besides tequila...
Christmas break two years ago was a rough time.
I really wish you wouldn't worry about my drinking.
You see, people don't usually worry about me.
I was raised by a single mother
who didn't even have time to make dinner,
much less worry about me,
the middle child.
My father wasn't usually around,
but I guess our similarities are genetic.
I guess I'm kind of scared
that you care so much
because then I actually have someone
someone to make proud.
To make my father proud
is to like the same kind of beer as him.
I haven't quite figured out, yet, how to make you proud.