Bobby Deerfield
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In all your pictures,
there was no picture of your mother.

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Tell me about your mother.
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My mother was an alcoholic.
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What was she like
when she was drunk?

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She was superb
when she was drunk.

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She'd get good and drunk,
she would be fantastic.

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That's the truth.
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Nobody knew her like I did.
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One time, we took my bicycle...
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...and we just went.
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We got on a highway and we rode,
and she was drunker than...

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And, of course, it got dark before
we got to where we were going.

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And we had to call my father up...
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...and he had to come down
in the car and pick us up.

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And we couldn't get
the bicycle in the car...

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...and my mother started laughing
and I started laughing.

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My father didn't like it much.
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And then we'd get her home...
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...and my father would put her to bed
and she'd sober up...

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...and it was over.
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And I'd just have to wait
for her to get drunk again.

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One summer...
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...my father...
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...sent me off to visit my aunt
for a couple of weeks.

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And when I got back...
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...my mother was in a hospital.
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And they wouldn't let me see her.
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I couldn't understand it.
They wouldn't let me see her.

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She died in her room.
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I must have been
about 11 or 12 at the time.

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And a nurse...
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...there, she told me my mother
wrote me a note when I was away.

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But my father took it...
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...and he wouldn't let me see it.
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I couldn't understand it.

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