Gruesome Details - John Vanderslice

Leave the TV on

And tell me again why you left your dad in Portland

Without a word?

Is it what I suspect?

I won’t even guess

Everybody’s got screwed up stories

Everybody’s got gruesome details

But you’ll never get mine

It’s not that bad

It could never justify my life

I used to feel

I was improving my position

Acting as my own physician

Really getting better all the time