it taught me not to give a damn for what makes sense

 

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Daddy had been around pretty regularly of late. He had even stayed with us a few times. But generally it was swooning and crooning on the sidewalk and at the bedroom window, or whispering frantically through doors and walls. And then, once he was inside, it was a continual mad rush through the house, senseless and crazed. But I never thought too much about it all, one way or the other. Certainly it did not cause me any shame. How could it when half the fathers and husbands at any given moment were swooning and crooning along the sidewalks and at the bedroom windows of the Springfield Section and later rushing madly about, senseless and crazed? Junior’s own daddy, Leland Lister, almost never used any other entrance to his house except the side window after first giving himself a medium to heavy hurt with whiskey. He would immediately attack his family savagely until he had punched them all enough to make them listen. Then he would commence to say in a broken and poorly voice that he was doing the best he could, saying that it wasn’t his fault. He always ended with: “I’m just like Godamighty made me.” All the men of Springfield Section went about it pretty much the same way. Daddy was neither better nor worse than the rest. He was simply one of them.