AMAZING really, a drunken phone call from my mother at 7:00 AM. That tearful voice that tells me immediately that something is wrong. And what am I supposed to do, 1200 miles away, to help? How can a call to me do anything more productive than just to drag me into it? To prove to me first-hand how awful and terrible her life is…
September 7th, 1979
September 7th, 1979
September 7th, 1979
AMAZING really, a drunken phone call from my mother at 7:00 AM. That tearful voice that tells me immediately that something is wrong. And what am I supposed to do, 1200 miles away, to help? How can a call to me do anything more productive than just to drag me into it? To prove to me first-hand how awful and terrible her life is…