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Same old thing

by Pandaxpan

My dad wasn't like your typical  dad you'd see on television The one's who always had smiles on their faces  and loved their family My dad was a man who would come home from work with a beer in his hand At times maybe more than one depending on how drunk he would  be   If my dad didn't have a beer he would  go insane  to the point of punching someone in their  face That's how much he loved drinking beer to the point there was nothing left Unfortunately he passed out on the ground that night with nothing but a beer in his hand.
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Jan 23, 2019
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#daddyissues#drunk#broken#family
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