Kory Tequila

He was a fucking crazy bastard, and that type of lifestyle fits him.

He was a fucking crazy bastard, and that type of lifestyle fits him.

Growing up was great. We had a great childhood.

Growing up was great. We had a great childhood.

he would take us to the firehouse, seeing all the fire engines and playing with all the medical supplies and the paramedic truck and everything, you know, rubber gloves, that was like the coolest thing to wear, you know, shit like that. And somebody would go on the mic, you know, and it would be an intercom throughout the whole building. And it'd be like, attention.

he would take us to the firehouse, seeing all the fire engines and playing with all the medical supplies and the paramedic truck and everything, you know, rubber gloves, that was like the coolest thing to wear, you know, shit like that. And somebody would go on the mic, you know, and it would be an intercom throughout the whole building. And it'd be like, attention.

And then, I don't know, maybe, what, Mike Eckler or something like that would just let out a big rip on the microphone and just fart throughout the whole building, you know, and everybody would crack up. You know, it was just fun.

And then, I don't know, maybe, what, Mike Eckler or something like that would just let out a big rip on the microphone and just fart throughout the whole building, you know, and everybody would crack up. You know, it was just fun.

I remember being eight or nine, my dad picking me up from somewhere. I'm walking out and I see dad kind of just like nonchalantly like hanging out in his Ford Explorer, kind of yelling at a guy, you know? It looked like there was a confrontation going on, but he was super calm, super chill. As I'm walking closer and closer to the car, I see this big bald man screaming through the window.

I remember being eight or nine, my dad picking me up from somewhere. I'm walking out and I see dad kind of just like nonchalantly like hanging out in his Ford Explorer, kind of yelling at a guy, you know? It looked like there was a confrontation going on, but he was super calm, super chill. As I'm walking closer and closer to the car, I see this big bald man screaming through the window.

Well, Ken, my dad, is just sitting there. And all of a sudden, he fucking just headbutts this guy. Knocks the guy fucking flat out. And I'm like, I don't even think I brought it up to him because I think I was just so stunned. Like, what the hell just happened? You know, just a typical Sunday morning. Dad fucking knocking some guy out through a window in a car with his head.

Well, Ken, my dad, is just sitting there. And all of a sudden, he fucking just headbutts this guy. Knocks the guy fucking flat out. And I'm like, I don't even think I brought it up to him because I think I was just so stunned. Like, what the hell just happened? You know, just a typical Sunday morning. Dad fucking knocking some guy out through a window in a car with his head.

And just like nothing fucking happened.

And just like nothing fucking happened.

Unfortunately for me, I was there when all this went down. I first noticed That dad was on drugs when I was 16 years old. I rummaged through dad's personal shit in his car to find a couple bucks. When I opened the glove box, I saw a large freezer bag. And of course, being 16, I looked into it and seen what the fuck it was. Smoking pot. I figured it would be like some pot or something, you know.

Unfortunately for me, I was there when all this went down. I first noticed That dad was on drugs when I was 16 years old. I rummaged through dad's personal shit in his car to find a couple bucks. When I opened the glove box, I saw a large freezer bag. And of course, being 16, I looked into it and seen what the fuck it was. Smoking pot. I figured it would be like some pot or something, you know.

Take a nug out, you know, not tall. But that wasn't the case. When I opened the bag... It was a bunch of little tinfoil squares that I had no idea what the fuck it was. But then I saw a syringe and our fucking soup spoon from our kitchen. It was a yellow handle and a lighter. And I go, what the fuck? I mean, I'm no dummy. But I'm thinking to myself, what the fuck's going on here?

Take a nug out, you know, not tall. But that wasn't the case. When I opened the bag... It was a bunch of little tinfoil squares that I had no idea what the fuck it was. But then I saw a syringe and our fucking soup spoon from our kitchen. It was a yellow handle and a lighter. And I go, what the fuck? I mean, I'm no dummy. But I'm thinking to myself, what the fuck's going on here?

He's fucking, he's shooting heroin? He's cooking fucking heroin on our fucking goddamn souped bones? I was so confused and so, I just didn't know what was going on. There's one incident that I remember like it was yesterday. I'm 21 at this time. I need to come home for a little bit and save up some money so I can get back out. I just needed, I needed my family for a minute, you know what I mean?

He's fucking, he's shooting heroin? He's cooking fucking heroin on our fucking goddamn souped bones? I was so confused and so, I just didn't know what was going on. There's one incident that I remember like it was yesterday. I'm 21 at this time. I need to come home for a little bit and save up some money so I can get back out. I just needed, I needed my family for a minute, you know what I mean?