He claimed he should’ve died a long time ago like the rest of his family but that whiskey was keeping him alive.According to him the only reason his kidneys and liver and everything else had not failed yet is because he drank good quality whiskey instead of the soul rotting chemicals readily available at your local pharmacy.The thought of verifying his story didn’t even enter my mind but over time I did learn that whiskey really works for pain.
He hung around our place quite a lot in the beginning offering unwanted advice on how I should remodel our new home.
He was an old-school Carpenter though and it turned out he was pretty handy.
He was kind enough to point out a few hundred times how I had straw for brains and that was a problem with my generation. I can’t fault him for that though because maybe if I had less straw I would’ve understood the first time and he wouldn’t have to tell me over and over.
Just so you know as you read this how to experience his voice I need you to do a quick experiment with me.
Talk by pushing forcefully using your stomach muscles to where everything that comes out is a forced grunting sound. Now say a few sentences. That’s what old man Pete sounded like.
He would talk to me in short grunting, growling sentences giving me incomplete instructions without telling me what he wanted me to achieve. If I could understand well enough to follow his instructions he would growl yeah, yeah.
If I couldn’t follow his instructions he’d say goddamn shit for brains, that’s the problem with this generation.
Then one day he growled Kenny, maybe if you drink some whiskey you might be able to learn something. Come over to my house and I’ll teach you how to drink whiskey.