My dad drank and drove almost every day unless he was so fall down drunk to do so. He would pick us up inebriated, and my mom just grabbed us kids and hopped into the car with him driving. I can recall this happening so often, it was the norm. One time, after we stayed …
I remember trying to make friends with a guy from school, Donny O’Brien. I went to his place a few times after school, and then I asked him to come to my place in Keegan Court. We arrived and within about 5 minutes, the door opens, and 4 or 5 guys were carrying my dad …
We were living in Keegan Court and at one point, my dad had 14 cars parked in the parking lot. He used to buy and sell cars, the only problem was, he’d sell a car, then go on a bender, for a day or 2, depending on how much he sold the car for, never …
I remember trying to learn how to ride my bike outside our apartment in Stabb Court. Maybe 4 years old, I fell down and cut my knee. My dad came out, and instead of helping me up and seeing if I was OK, he grabbed me by the back of the neck and then proceeded …
Not exactly sure about the exact timeline, but it was while we lived in Stabb Court. I was probably 4 years old and the babysitter was a guy who lived 3 or 4 doors down. I don’t remember his first name, but his last name was Adams. He made a tent down in the basement, …
My earliest memory is of being in the kitchen of our apartment in Stabb Court, in St. John’s, NL. Canada. I was in the kitchen with my mother and all I remember her saying was “keep it down, your father is coming”. With that I turned and ran for the door, running directly into my …