In my dark days of pain every day was the same, every week I was drunk and messed up on skunk. In the dark days of my emotions drinking mad men's potions wracked with guilt and self pity thoughts of moving to another city, but better the devil my dad used to say, I wish he were sat here beside me today.       He gave me strength when I was weak and gave me memories and love to keep. Another thing he used to say was if I could put my head on your shoulders we'd go a long way. So when I get angry and try to control the rage I just remember my dad and turn the page.