Le mot, juiced
One of the most descriptive anecdotes about my Pops, per his position on my lesbianism, dates back to a bookstore visit we made in the mid-1980s. I had been out to myself for several years, but to my parents for only a short while, and they still daydreamed about it
I can wait longer than you can
Oh sure, she used the potty daily after it first arrived. I mean, she asked for it, by name. The thrill wore off 72 hrs later. Now it’s a waiting game. It’s The Treasure of Sierra Madre, and we’re all sitting around the campfire, watching who’ll nod off first. She