McCoy and Bar Guy in “Aftershock”

McCoy

[about his father] He had things the way he liked them. And, if anybody screwed it up, he had these big, thick hands. Sometimes my mother had to lock herself in the basement.

Son of a bitch hit her?

McCoy

Ten years. I'm still scared of those hands. He smoked like a chimney. Cancer. He'd lay there in that hospital room, with tubes coming out of his arms. They pumped him full of morphine, so he wouldn't know how much he hurt. He didn't know where he was. This tough ... He just lay there. He was breathing, and then he was gone. I don't know why I'm talking about this. I never talk about this. Let's play darts.