By Sosha Lewis
Original Source: washingtonpost.com
Sosha Lewis lives in Charlotte.
I got out of bed and followed the smell of bacon and the sound of my parents’ voices to the kitchen. The Eagles were harmonizing from the tape deck, and I could hear laughter mixed with kissing.
Following the morning routine of fathers everywhere, mine poured a cup of coffee and flipped through the morning paper. He then noticed the time, grabbed a can of Easy-Off Oven Cleaner and sprayed it directly down his throat.
He swallowed hard, kissed my mom goodbye, told me to be good at school and left for work.
My dad. The pill hustler.
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