Winter Issue 2008 | The Red Ink Journal
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In a couple of three hours you're going to climb in your father's car and he's going to drive youup to the state reformatory in St. Cloud where you're going to start your eight to ten stretch. Your ownfucking father is going to hand you over to state custody.You couldn't be too hard on the old man though. He was the reason you weren't waiting in thecounty jail rather than at home. Your Dad swung your bail. Put his insurance agency up as collateral foryour hundred thousand dollar bond. And that's saying a whole hell of a lot because dear old Dad is onecheap bastard. Let his own father, his lungs scarred from breathing in some kind of chemical when hewas in the army, shrivel up and die in a VA hospital in St. Paul even though he easily could haveafforded putting him up in a nice private hospital.Even at that exact second, sweet poppa was showing what a tight-ass he was. He rarely drank,and that was only if someone else was buying, but tonight he was hitting it hard. Drowning his sorrows.Hadn't said a word for hours. One son dead, the other one on his way to the big house, that was sure anoccasion to give up his amateur drinking status and hit the big time. And what did he pick to drink?Fucking Old Style! The cheapest and worse rotgut brewed in the upper mid-west. Might as well justdrink Hamm's. From the land of sky blue waters, your ass!For a split second you had a worry that he might be too tanked to drive you to the slammer butthen realized that getting killed in a car wreck on the way there might be better than what was waiting foryou once you got there.Then the guilt hit again. It was a car wreck that iced your brother and started this whole fuckingmess. That and the goddamn Viet Nam war and the goddamn supposedly infamous Blue Fox bar downin Tijuana, Mexico. Your brother had never been farther south than Des Moines and the only nakedMexican woman he ever saw was in the skin magazines that he hid up in the attic, so where in the helldid he ever hear about the Blue Fox you had asked him?