One day my Mom just took off, I never saw her again. Unfortunately my Dad was a bit of a drunk. When he got out of work he went straight to the bar ...nd rarely came home before 2:30 AM. My neighbor babysat me till I was a teenager, at which point it was my responsibility to stay out of trouble. My best friend was named Lori, and her Mom was also noncommittal, as in she was never around. Most nights Lori stayed at my house with me. After a couple of years it became every night. As we got. Then the fear began to set in as he recalled his Grandmother's tales of Quatzequatel, the winged serpent god. Gently and slowly, his fate descended and finally landed light as a feather upon his patio. This was followed by something he had never heard of. A man floated from the neck of Quatzequatel and landed with no sound beside the Winged Great One.He then heard in his mind, 'I have returned and your days of playing the fool for Yum Cimil are over. Though you are the lowest of worms, yet you. To think that I trusted that man to raise my kids. What a mistake that was!"When I started to talk at the kids, they just ignored me. I was furious and John was sitting there doing nothing at all. Have you ever heard of anything like that? Parents are supposed to work together to raise kids and he left me hanging. He made me look like an ogre."Rosie even called me a bitch. My little baby called me a bitch. I'll tell you something, I was really tempted to show them what a bitch could be. His chest injuries were immaterial at that point. That kind of skull fracture is what killed that NASCAR driver a couple of years ago.”I frowned grimly, “J. D. McDuffie.”“And a couple of Indy drivers in the past, if memory serves. I think one was Vukovich, but I’m not sure.”“That sounds right,” I said. “Bill Vukovich died at Indianapolis in the 50s. There was another one, too, Tony Bettenhausen, a few years later. I remember reading about them when Winston Cup Scene ran an article about J. D..