I tried wine for the very first time last night.
Well, technically not the very first time. But I don’t count the “death in a box” wine that my friend and I used to drink when we wanted to feel sophisticated. 241 more words
My father used to make me perform in bars.
After he and my mother separated, he would have us on the weekends. The only good part of going to his cigarette-smelling apartment, was the fact that my brother and I usually got donuts and watched the Three Stooges all morning long. 391 more words