What A Hoot Debut

Say hello to Lindsay. Isn't she sweet? Let me share her story with you.

Lindsay's parents were divorced when she was 10 and she explains that neither seemed particularly interested in raising her.

“They never gave a shit about me. You know how some divorced parents fight over custody of their kids? My parents fought to be rid of me. My dad didn’t want me because he couldn’t take me to the titty bars. My mom didn’t want me because she was always getting high. Technically my mom had custody, but it was my grandmother who raised me. One day, when I was like 13 or so, my mom left altogether.”

I didn’t know what to say. Lindsay was so ‘matter-of-fact’ about it. I swallowed the last swig of my beer. She continued.

“My dad came around again when I was in high-school. We got together a few times. He told me I could invite my friends over to his place if I ever wanted to have a party. One night I did. My friends were all hanging out and someone said, ‘Where’s Rachel?’ We’re looking around the house. I go out in the garage and there's my dad, fucking her across the seat of the car! We’re in fucking high-school! He’s all sweaty and shit! Mother-fucker should have gone to jail!”

Now I really didn’t know what to say.

“You want another beer?” she asked. I nodded.

That was only the beginning of what Lindsay would share with me.

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