“You’re wise beyond your years, you know that kid?”
Sam knew that he outgrew being a kid long ago, long before his Dad started noticing. What kind of a fucking life was this? Most six year olds get taken on pony rides, not taught how to bet on them. I’ll never get out of this place, Sam thought. It’s too late already. The people round here come in for a drink, and never leave. Death sentence.
But secretly, Sam loved this part of the day, pretending to be asleep. At least for now, in his drunken state, Dad would let down his guard and speak the only truthful words he had muttered all day.