When I was little, my parents constantly fought. When I was about eight years old, the reason for my depression stands out. My mother, an alcoholic, tried to change the locks on our kitchen door when my father was out. My father came back and became upset that he couldn’t come back in. I finally unlocked the door because he had done nothing wrong. My mother, who was well past her first sip, started yelling at him for being in his own house. She tried to hit him, he cought her fists. As exhausted as she was, she reached for a fork and stuck my father in the chest with it. The harsh sound of the metal scraping the bone forced me to cringe every time I hear metal sliding against metal.
Tags: bone, cringe, fork, harsh, metal, parents, silverware, sound
For 32 years my mother had an Arabian stallion named Ibn Akdar. He was like another member of our family. Ibn was a show horse during his younger years, winning countless medals and ribbons. My mother counted the days to the next weekend when she could take him for a ride at the stable where he was kept. He truly was a magnificent animal with so much personality and energy. None of us could believe he had lived such a long and happy life. The last time I saw Ibn it was a few years ago and he was at least 29 and had this incredible swayback. My mother knew she was lucky to have had the horse of her dreams. Ibn eventually died of colic in 2005. My mother was so heartbroken she wrote poetry about her oldest “son” as a way of dealing with her sorrow. She herself died a few short months later of cancer. In her coffin we placed Ibn’s mane so she could be with him forever. I was recently going through my mom’s stuff trying to decide what to keep and what to discard. I made sure I got one of Ibn’s shoes so I could remember my older “brother”.
Tags: arabian, colic, horse, shoe, stallion
Yes, I not only own this album, and have listened to it countless times (not in the last 15 years mind you), but I actually went to see Warrant live with my mom and dad. No lie. They wouldn’t let me go alone. I also saw Poison with my dad. I can’t picture anything more upsetting to me now.
Tags: cassette, cherry, pie, tape, warrant