The River Runs Through It

I grew up in Montana. My father really related to river runs through it. So what we would do was like when I was five, I got up and I took a shit - right? There was no toilet paper. We had 10 high against at a picnic party and then drove home dad's Hillman,. It was covered in pink popcorn because he had 10 high and a bunch of pink popcorn. He broke his wrist on his skull with the first punch. When people come over, we had to say he bumped it on a table.