“Hey Mikey, did you know a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest?”
Brian should know better than to visit his father; especially if he was going to start quoting Simon and Garfunkle. Then again, that's what Ma was playing the first time he showed up at our place, bruises on his back and red rimmed eyes.
He toasts me with his next shot.
“But, the fighter still remains.”
I slip my shoulder under his arm, walking towards the door, taking his keys, whisky-soaked breath in my ear.