As a man, there are things you can write to your father that you don’t write to your mother.
The next letter to my grandfather was different and the tone changed.This was a man to man letter. 251 more words
I woke up around eight this morning to my father asking if I wanted to go car hunting today, to which I declined and continued to sleep 9:30. 405 more words
I walk into the room only somewhat clothed: a torn shirt hanging off my left shoulder, shorts too short to really be called anything other than a second pair of underwear (in this case, they are technically my only pair of underwear.) The party has been going on for quite some time, and I fear that I might have missed the highlights of the night. 182 more words