your father wakes up in the morning and his throat catches on fire. your father says: "i am angry before I am alive." your father wakes up in the morning and he is bleeding from his mouth. your father guzzles down the blood like whiskey. he has always tended to the bottle. your father wakes up in the morning and there are maggots all over his body. your father does not wake up the next morning. he always felt more like a familiar body than a father. your father is gone. the maggots aren't, though.