I Have An Alcholic Dad The smell of sweet wine bubbling in the risotto rice rushes through the air. I come downstairs to a million empty glasses with the bottoms stained red with the dried liquor. Nightly chores are done. Wash up, clean up and throw out. Smashing of...This is a truncated preview of the original post. Press here to view the full post. Post Comment Receive notifications Add a comment...
