Day: April 15, 2004
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You Can’t Kill the Rooster
When a hurricane damaged my father’s house, my brother rushed over with a gas grill, three coolers full of beer, and an enormous Fuck-It Bucket — a plastic pail filled with jawbreakers and bite-size candy bars. ("When shit brings you down, just say ‘fuck it,’ and eat yourself some motherfucking candy.") There was no electricity…