Circa 2011

I was in a house, near the front door. It was daylight outside. In the house with me was my mother. I was trying to stop three men from taking her somewhere. The men were all former drinking buddies of hers, all of them dead of alcoholism. An asshole named Gary, Carl Whiteside and Randy, my uncle.

I was telling them that they couldn't take her with them. I wouldn't permit it. It just flat out wasn't happening and to fuck off. 

Gary was yelling at me, "It's my truck! I'm driving!" The other two were silent.

I simply said, "I don't give a fuck whose truck it is, you're not taking her anywhere."

And they didn't.