Kory Tequila
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Growing up was great. We had a great childhood.
he would take us to the firehouse, seeing all the fire engines and playing with all the medical supplies and the paramedic truck and everything, you know, rubber gloves, that was like the coolest thing to wear, you know, shit like that. And somebody would go on the mic, you know, and it would be an intercom throughout the whole building. And it'd be like, attention.
And then, I don't know, maybe, what, Mike Eckler or something like that would just let out a big rip on the microphone and just fart throughout the whole building, you know, and everybody would crack up. You know, it was just fun.
I remember being eight or nine, my dad picking me up from somewhere. I'm walking out and I see dad kind of just like nonchalantly like hanging out in his Ford Explorer, kind of yelling at a guy, you know? It looked like there was a confrontation going on, but he was super calm, super chill. As I'm walking closer and closer to the car, I see this big bald man screaming through the window.
Well, Ken, my dad, is just sitting there. And all of a sudden, he fucking just headbutts this guy. Knocks the guy fucking flat out. And I'm like, I don't even think I brought it up to him because I think I was just so stunned. Like, what the hell just happened? You know, just a typical Sunday morning. Dad fucking knocking some guy out through a window in a car with his head.
And just like nothing fucking happened.
Unfortunately for me, I was there when all this went down. I first noticed That dad was on drugs when I was 16 years old. I rummaged through dad's personal shit in his car to find a couple bucks. When I opened the glove box, I saw a large freezer bag. And of course, being 16, I looked into it and seen what the fuck it was. Smoking pot. I figured it would be like some pot or something, you know.
Take a nug out, you know, not tall. But that wasn't the case. When I opened the bag... It was a bunch of little tinfoil squares that I had no idea what the fuck it was. But then I saw a syringe and our fucking soup spoon from our kitchen. It was a yellow handle and a lighter. And I go, what the fuck? I mean, I'm no dummy. But I'm thinking to myself, what the fuck's going on here?
He's fucking, he's shooting heroin? He's cooking fucking heroin on our fucking goddamn souped bones? I was so confused and so, I just didn't know what was going on. There's one incident that I remember like it was yesterday. I'm 21 at this time. I need to come home for a little bit and save up some money so I can get back out. I just needed, I needed my family for a minute, you know what I mean?
But I see him on the couch watching the fucking History Channel, of course. Always watching the History Channel. War, war, war. He's eating fucking Yoplait yogurt or some shit, I don't know.
And what really got me is that he was really zonked out, but the spoon, the image of him eating it with a spoon brought me back to when I first remembered seeing the fucking spoon next to a bunch of heroin and needles. So I got furious. I walked up to him, I slapped the fucking yogurt out of his hand, and I go, fuck you, Dad, you're useless. That started...
which would be the most intense fight I've ever had with my father. He stood up. I pushed him. He fell back down on the couch. He got back up and he fucking clocked me. I got hazy and dizzy. But me, I'm a fucking savage. I attack them. I don't stop attacking them. We're fucking on the floor. We're beating the shit out of each other. Blood's flying everywhere. Fists are flying everywhere.
We end up in the kitchen where we slam into the cupboards and the cabinets, drawers. I remember ripping out a drawer and trying to fucking hit him with it. He knocked it out of my hands. He pushed me back into the refrigerator. And I don't know how the fight stopped. I just remember it was surreal. Just my dad and I are actually fist fighting each other right now. Black eyes, fucking blood cuts.
It's crazy to have, you know, someone that was so strong in my life and just such a man, a father figure. I looked up to him. He was everything to me. So we fucking punched him in the face over drugs because he was destroying our fucking family. Horrible, man.
I carry it every fucking day. Absolutely. And I feel like that's how I've become so emotional. Just commercials, fucking movies, anything that has to do with a father and a son. It fucking destroys me. It's just, it's so hard. I mean, I do... I do mask it very well, and I try to forget all the time about everything, but it will never go away. It fucked me up. Absolutely fucked me up.
Do you want to see him again? I don't know. I mean, I love him. That's what's so fucked up. I do. I mean, you can't take back my childhood, right? which was awesome in my eyes, it was perfect. But now I don't know if I can be the bigger man. And I don't know, even talk, I don't know.
Honestly, I just, I don't even know my reaction or my feelings that would come to me if I saw him again, I don't know.
He was a fucking crazy bastard, and that type of lifestyle fits him.