Before work he would just sit on that dock and watch the ocean. Waiting for his little brother to come home so he could put a couple bullets in him, put him in the ground with the father hed wronged. His hands hurt every day after towing those lines in they cracked when the winters came. Every night hed come home to his mother passed out because of the junk she put in her arm. Hed pick her up and lay her in bed, kiss her forehead and close the door. He hated seeing her like that. He knew the only reason she started on that stuff in the first place is because she couldnt deal with how his father drank. But that aint no reason to hurt yourself. As the waves crash, the clouds roll. Sit on the dock waiting for the sun. Wait for the coward but he never comes. Pray for revenge on him. Steam rises as the boats come in, one by one. You know she is gone and theres no saving her. Her cheating, her weak will, the addiction, that needle. When you come home to find her on the floor, youre reminded of those sleepless nights that will haunt you for the rest of your life. Blue collar shipyard, any way to keep her alive. Sun up to sun down, blistered hands and a parched mouth.
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