The other kid is Denise. Her parents were my parents drinking buddies. Denise was a good girl. When she got a little older, she could hardly wait to get married and have babies. I, otoh, following the bend of the twig, preferred the idea of being a drunken poet.
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Listen up, you! I was drinking Bourbon when you were still in diapers!
Oh.
Nevermind.
Who's your friend? Is there another picture still in the kitchen drawer with you lying flat on your back and she chugging the remainder of the bottle?
The other kid is Denise. Her parents were my parents drinking buddies. Denise was a good girl. When she got a little older, she could hardly wait to get married and have babies. I, otoh, following the bend of the twig, preferred the idea of being a drunken poet.
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