Rhinestoned Cowboy –
May 27, 2020 – In the memoir, Kim, 61, details one particularly scary occasion which occurred after the birth of their first son, Cal, in 1983. Though Glen had agreed at the time to abide by Kim’s mandate of no booze in the house, she had forgotten about a series of collector decanters (which typically hold alcohol like whiskey) she had hidden in their home. “Glen hadn’t,” she writes. “He got hold of the bottles I’d put in the linen closet and drank himself into another crazed rage. This one was bad. This one had him pointing a pistol at me. He leveled the gun at me as if he were lining up a target. I froze. Then, without a word, he turned and walked the other way.”
“I was scared to death,” she continues. “I felt so stupid for having had a baby with an alcoholic. Now our very lives were at risk.”
