But in his honor today I'm gonna recall some of my normal day back when I was living with him and my mom. It would be early afternoon. About 1 or 2ish. He is already 10 room temp coronas deep.....doesn't even bother with the lime anymore....when you hear the first notes of this
And him yelling "eh be quite! Turn it up! It's a classic!" and starts belting out all the lyrics. Forces us to hang out while belting out all the lyrics. And my drunk mother sits at the table with her eyes closed swaying along. Each of them sucking down their home rolled menthol cigs..no window open. Sometimes my mom would wail along with him. Then look at me and say some shit like "back in these days yo momma could get back stage anywhere" and they'd both laugh the most disturbing laugh. It was the most mid west white trash scene ever.
He always added like a "gah!" at the end of "cowboy" so he would be like "imma cowboyaargh! On a stEEL horse I ride-ah!"
While I sit in the comfy chair in the corner thinking about how wrong I went in life to be stuck there and how long would it take to drown myself in the bath tub.
It was dark times, ya'll. DARK lol.