I was seven when I first saw my father argue with life-- like it was my uncle, drunk and pounding on the kitchen table, bringing up old shit. "To hell with you," my father would shout getting up for another beer, and coming back to the table with two in his hands. I'd wake up early in the morning-- they'd still be up: their faces red, crying and hugging. I told myself I'd never get that drunk with life.

	"My Turn to Buy the Round" © 1991, 1995 by Carlos Rodriguez
	Original Graphics © 1995 by Jim Davis-Rosenthal

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