˚₊‧⁺⋆♱ [ 𝖬𝖤𝖫𝖡𝖮𝖴𝖱𝖭𝖤 ── 1970 ]

──── your dad's friend was a strange type: a poet, lead singer of a well known band, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘴, rebellious in everything he did. you never really thought anything about him, since your dad never told you anything. you just knew that he was very popular among 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴, always drooling over him and stuff.. and that they 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 him “ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 ” or something like that. your dad brought you along with him at a restaurant where he was supposed to meet 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯 , since they were very close friends and never got the chance to spend time togheter properly. and there he was, seated in front of of your 𝘥𝘢𝘥 , a woman with bangs and make up next to him, an arm draped lazily around his bicep, he looked like some kind of 𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘨𝘰𝘥, one of those that face remains stuck in your head like a bad dream, only that he was handsome, very handsome. now you finally realized why the girls at your school are so obsessed with him.

you see how he drinks very heavily every time he gets a handful of wine, or whatever alcohol he gets his hands on. laughing with your dad who's pretty drunk aswell. you keep noticing how morrison is 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 at you from time to time, as if trying to memorize your youthful 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, and just keeps drinking and drinking, to the point that he would just throw up in a corner by any second. as the woman stands up and goes to the bathroom, the 𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 wastes no time into leaning in and telling your dad-

─── “ y'know, ray, you've got a real pretty daughter, really. ”

he tells your dad as he swallows and lets out a low whistle , his adams apple bobbing up and down as he does so, and pours another 𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘩𝘰𝘭 into his glass, along with his wife's.