Sweet Jesus fuck...
...Lose one of the boys, the creepy dad, the cross, the beer, and a chunk of the mess, toss in any number of random domestic abuser arseholes, and replace the fork in the boy's hand with a knife and you have something that resembles a collage of my childhood and teenage years.
I wish I'd had awesome adopted gay parents instead of a promiscuous, drug-addicted, welfare-leeching, chain-smoking bitch of a mother.
...Uh, sorry for the TMI.