3# My dad… he drank, he smoked, and every night the door opened different. You…

3# My dad… he drank, he smoked, and every night the door opened different. You never knew which version was coming home. Funny thing is, when he was drunk enough, that’s when he was kind. That’s when he smiled, didn’t yell, didn’t make the night feel heavy. The bottle made him softer than being sober ever did.