My dad was always a drinker, I never knew him to be anything else. From as far back as I can remember, he had a Budweiser or a glass of Jim Beam in his hand. One of my favorite pictures of my childhood is the two of us, before he moved out. I’m 8 months old and wearing his mesh-back Budweiser hat.
He drank all the time, mornings, weekdays. There was nev…
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