girl speaking.  my father is no drunk.  not so long ago he chased his head away from hell.  he was on a binge.  he took to his tongue with a pair of pliers and wrote with a ****** finger and when it stopped working he wrote with another ****** finger and finished the sentence I don’t want to be a snake.  the pain meds put him on his belly and I brought him water he thought was drink.  he beat my ankles.  when I throw my head back my mouth is on a stretcher.