The Family Jewels - Part Five

My parents fought every night. Every single night. And during the day during the weekends. Most weekends we wound up being taken by my mother to a big park in a rich neighborhood.. We would play and she would sit in a park bench and cry. Some times she's stay in the station wagon.

She'd usher us into her station wagon, and when we asked where we were going she'd say we were going crazy.