Essay: Personal Narrative-Step Daddy

After a week had passed since my step daddy’s arrest, he and I still hadn’t found any meaningful work yet. And instead of looking for work like I had done every day so far, my step daddy just spent most of his day on the couch drinking beers purchased with what little money we had left in savings. Money which I’m sure was already earmarked for keeping the lights on or the water flowing. As he self-loathed while getting drunk, he would sulk to anyone who would lend him a sympathetic ear and gripe about how crummy his life was and how the world conspired against him. I thought it was really quite pathetic to watch a grown man act that way. At least his life wasn’t as bad as those pieces of white trash he’d spend all day binge watching on …show more content…
Then as soon as the episode of the Simpsons that we’d been watching had concluded we all then piled into the bed of Tucker’s pickup shooting over to Owen’s house. By then he had already used his brothers ID to pick up the refreshments for the evening in the forms of a bottle of cherry flavored vodka and a thirty-pack of Keystone. We then set off for the woods not far from Owen’s house where we knew of a nice little clearing in the trees that allowed us to chill and have a fire without the fear of being busted. Having been still worried about my mama and feeling weighed down by all the money troubles my parents were having. I found myself hitting the bottle of cherry vodka pretty hard, and it wasn’t long before I felt my stomach begin to turn and I became nauseous. Now it may have just been the alcohol, but I had believed that the spinning world, I was experiencing may have also been aided by my lack of dinner that evening and the joint Tucker, Lettie, and I had shared earlier. Either way, before I knew it there I was on all fours puking my guts out on a patch of ferns while Tucker held back my hair so I wouldn’t get vomit in it. Wow, two guys coming to my rescue in the span of a couple of weeks, what a lucky broad I