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On another day; c'mon, c'mon
with these ropes tied tight, can we do no wrong?
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Created on 2017-01-24 02:20:51 (#2784426), last updated 2017-05-02 (416 weeks ago)
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| Name: | Tommy Gavin |
|---|---|
| Birthdate: | Dec 19, 1963 |
| Location: | New York, New York, United States |
Tommy Gavin needs to get his shit together.
It's not his fault, not really. He's separated from his wife, who can't make up her mind as to whether or not she wants to formally divorce him. They split care of their three children: two daughters (Colleen and Katy) and one son (Wyatt - used to be two, but Connor was killed by a hit-and-run driver and Tommy's uncle is currently in prison for unloading a Glock 19 on the asshole who did it).
The FDNY lost 343 men on 9/11. He knew sixty of them. Four of them were from his firehouse. One of them was his cousin. He still sees his ghost sometimes. He's having an on-again off-again affair with his wife, too.
Look, it's complicated. Point is, lay the cards out like that, and who wouldn't start searching for answers at the bottom of a bottle, or a pillbox, or a carton of smokes?
It's how you start drinking at home, alone. With just a bottle of booze and a head full of shit - hoping to either figure it all out...or fall asleep.
It's not his fault, not really. He's separated from his wife, who can't make up her mind as to whether or not she wants to formally divorce him. They split care of their three children: two daughters (Colleen and Katy) and one son (Wyatt - used to be two, but Connor was killed by a hit-and-run driver and Tommy's uncle is currently in prison for unloading a Glock 19 on the asshole who did it).
The FDNY lost 343 men on 9/11. He knew sixty of them. Four of them were from his firehouse. One of them was his cousin. He still sees his ghost sometimes. He's having an on-again off-again affair with his wife, too.
Look, it's complicated. Point is, lay the cards out like that, and who wouldn't start searching for answers at the bottom of a bottle, or a pillbox, or a carton of smokes?
It's how you start drinking at home, alone. With just a bottle of booze and a head full of shit - hoping to either figure it all out...or fall asleep.
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