Heather: Just my grandpa. I never knew him. Yeah. My grandpa was a
bad drunk. Really bad. He'd rape anyone dumb enough to walk by his room and
one night...he got...um, really pissed at my grandma and he took a claw hammer
to her face. And, uh, after that, he just...he locked himself up with her
in his room for two whole days and he kept drinking and having sex with her
after she was dead. My mom was in the house the whole time. She was only 15.
You know, it really messed with her head. After that, she only hung out with
guys who beat the hell out of her. And then, when I was little, she'd get
drunk and she'd drag me and my brother out of bed at, like, four in the morning
and she had all the news clippings about my grandpa and the trial transcriptions
and she'd read them over and over again. And I knew every word before kindergarten.
I think that's how I learned to read.