for a drunk man, my dad is a very prepared one.
even though he doesn’t remember what my full name is, he knows what he needs. i told him dad, we have to go, my sister works tomorrow he says ‘ok.’ he gets up, stumbles over to a nearby trash bag and gets it. he’s all like ‘flokay, letsk k-k-ko.’ i guide him to the car and load him on and strap the seat belt. he then gets the plastic bag and neatly puts it on his lap so when he has to puke he’s ready lol another funny thing is he remembers to give my little cousins their birthday money, but he couldn’t remember my full name….
