Going into fifth grade my Father married our Stepmother and we moved into the city. Calling Slocomb a city is like calling Dothan “Birmingham”. Trust me, that killed in Alabama. We’d been living on my Father’s bosses property in a trailer that belonged to us. We had love if nothing else. When our Stepmother enteredContinue reading “1080”
I am a grown-ass man And I am going to justify this cup of coffee. I am go-ing to justify this cup of coffee. Yes, at 8:30! Yes, with fig-newtowns, yes! Five of them! I got shit to do! He’s quitting coffee. It’s fine.