My mom lived in a decent neighborhood. Then, an out-of-town grandmother bought the house next door to warehouse her dysfunctional daughter and her spawn. Before the grandmother went back to wherever she lived, I saw them all out in the backyard. She was talking, and I saw the teenage granddaughter launch a coffee mug at her head and say “Shut the f*** up, ya old b****.” Within a year.the kid was knocked up by some 40-something guy, the windows were broken out of the house, and there was a pitbull head sticking out of two of them.
If I’d launched *anything* at my dad’s head, it would have been my final performance.