gfunk
With Christmas coming I find my mind consumed with ideas for Christmas presents. Not for me, but for the people I care about. There is nothing so rewarding as supplying someone with just the right present. It's a special moment when you see their face and know you got it right.
It was home. Some people saw white trash, dirt, scum. They looked down their noses, they scoffed and rolled their eyes. Their tones were condescending. But to her. To her, it was home.
Whiskey is my drink of choice. Not really. In fact, I find it a little repulsive. Instead of it being smooth, it gets caught in my throat, I can't swallow. I don't want to. I just buy it, because it's cool.