With growing concern I went down to the living room and poured myself a drink then sat down to think. One drink turned into half a dozen and the more ... thought the more I realised just how shitily I had treated my son over the years. I'd been so intent on enjoying myself that I hardly even noticed that he was there, hell I couldn't even remember the last time I'd bought him a birthday or Christmas present. Yet he always gave me something on my birthday or at Christmas.Before long I was fairly. “My grandfather was drafted into the VietNam war, early... 1965 or so. He spent a tour, re-enlisted ... He was badly injured in 1969 and discharged on medical grounds. The guy had PTSD pretty bad, though that’s not what they called it then -- he couldn’t hold down a job ... had trouble with alcohol. He seemed to settle down in later life, but one day something set him off. He shot and killed my grandmother and then himself. I was about three...”Oh, my God, I’m so sorry. Kit -- that would be. “I’ll take your menu order when I return.” Sherry paused a moment looking at Dan, “Are you Tom Hanks pretending to be someone else?”“I wish I was! No, I’m Dan Hayward, Tom and I get mistaken as doubles quite often.” Sherry left to get their drink order. “I wonder what she wears under her kilt,” Dan joked of the often asked question to a bagpiper.“Why don’t you ask her?” Tina challenged.“I don’t want to get my face slapped if she feels insulted.”“That would likely happen only if you touch her. All I got was loud, abrupt snort. Fine. The hell if I’m gonna be late for class because he’s a drunken fucktard. After I showered, brushed my teeth and combed my hair into a tie, I heard a very loud crash come from the room. I ran out as fast as I could to see Cody standing by my dresser that was now laying on the floor with splinters of wood sticking up and out of it, clearly shit now. ‘Fuck! What happened!?’ ‘I told you, I don’t room with fucking dyke’s, Jamie!’ ‘Are you fucking insane?!.