Unplugged (A Portrait of a Rock Star) by J. P. Grider

Author:J. P. Grider [Grider, J. P.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Suspense
ISBN: 9781478163473
Google: NImXNYJYtQEC
Amazon: 147816347X
Publisher: J.P. Grider
Published: 2013-01-07T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

“Dad. What are you doing here?”

“Well you don’t have a phone anymore. How am I supposed to get in touch with you?”

My passive/aggressive response to my father was to always roll my eyes. It was easier than giving him an answer he didn’t like.

“Taggart. Where’s your phone?”

“Gone. Why you here Dad?”

“I have to have a reason to visit my son?” Auggie gave me the once over. “So, back to your old ways I see?”

“What’s that suppose to mean?” How did he do it? Every time I see my Dad for more than thirty seconds, he manages to get under my skin.

“You look like you had quite a night, that’s all I’m implying, Taggart. No need to get huffy with me. You’re my son, not my daughter."

Ooh, he was incorrigible. “It was nothing, Dad.”

But Auggie saw through me like he always did. He gave me his usual knowing look. The one that says ‘Ain’t nothin’ getting’ by me, asshole.’ “Why are you upset ‘cause you partied? It’s okay to party, Taggart. No one’s gonna arrest you for having a good time. You’re a big boy now.” So very condescending.

“Dad, it’s got more to do with just having a good time.” I put my head in my hands again. I can’t believe I was here again, stuck in between wanting to lead a life full of significance, and actually doing it. What would it take to turn me around? I’ve killed my wife. I’ve killed my little boy. I’ve ruined my band. And, even though right now I blame my mother for ruining my relationship with Mara, somehow, it was probably me who caused its demise. I don’t know how to live life unless I’m messing it up. I grew up getting everything handed to me. I had assistants to plan my days. A touring schedule to plan my nights, but all I ever wanted was a normal life. A life that blended in with all the other lives out there. I no longer wanted to be Tagg Holland. I just wanted to be Tagg.

“Taggart. Wake up.”

Dad so rudely interrupted my introspection. “What? What do you want, Dad? Why the fuck are you here? You never did tell me.”

“What’s your problem Taggart? You’re fuckin’ up again; always feeling sorry for yourself. You get close to something, then you fuck it up. You did it with Crystal, you did it with your band, now you’re doing it with that little trainer of yours.”

That was uncalled for. He knew nothing about Mara or my feelings for her. “What does Mara have to do with anything?” I asked, as I poured myself a bowl of Lucky Charms. All I had so far this morning was a lot of coffee and whatever alcohol that was left over in my system.

“Well, she has to do with your latest drinking binge, doesn’t she?”

“One party does not make a binge.”

“Get off it, Taggart. Ronnie told me you’re on the sauce 24 hours a day, so you’re only kidding yourself, Kid.

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