Me And My Brother Seducing Our Drunk Mother -

"Well, that was a night to remember," Alex said, shaking his head.

This is where the "entertainment" part of the keyword comes in. You cannot live in a house with a drunk mother without developing a savage sense of humor. My brother, who is three years older than me, realized early on that crying didn’t fix anything, but laughing did. me and my brother seducing our drunk mother

We started a journal. A spiral notebook hidden under the floorboard of our closet. We called it "The Mother Log." Every drunken quote, every stumble, every bizarre food combination (peanut butter, pickles, and vodka—don't ask) got recorded. On bad days, we would read the log aloud to each other, mimicking her voice. It was cruel, perhaps, but it was survival. It turned our trauma into a sitcom. It made us the observers rather than the victims. "Well, that was a night to remember," Alex