I was wilder than most, and I can remember my Father used to give me hell, but I never drank at the house like that, but he witnessed me coming home late one night, and he said, 'look at you, for crissake, your bottom lip is almost up over your forehead, what the 'F' is the matter with you, anyway, and don't let your Mother see you like that, she'll kick your ass like a football all over the house'- Ah, the good 'ol days, and I'm glad that shit is over with- I'm lucky if I drink 24 beers a year, now-It's funny to look back on it now, but it wasn't so funny back then-Jesus, I raised some holy 'ol hell, I'll tell ya-
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