It was the summer of 1972. It was incredibly hut and humid as it can be in west Michigan in August. The only cool place was our dirt basement. It was cool, but not a desirable place to spend much time. Dirt and moldy walls were not very appealing unless you happened to be a salamander or a shrew or some kind of spider. All of whom seemed quite at
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It sounds like life was truly chaotic when your Dad was drunk.
What kind of animals did you have?
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Just.. wow.
I feel your mother's pain. :(
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