"My family....is....pocked with drunks. Every generation. Drunks!
More than half of each generation. I'm not one of them.
But I have been murdered by them.
None of the family cares about that. They support them telling me to do what they want, demanding to know how I can refuse, how I can believe they should be responsible."
Words had begun to rush from me. I cut them off.
This was all wrong; coarse, disconnected babblings Adonie could never decipher.