This is the story about the first time I got drunk. Ah, I see I have your attention now. Oh, hey Mom. Ooo, and Dad. Nice to see you two joining me this week. Curious, are we? I was sixteen. My neighbour and good friend at the time, also 16, was home alone for the […]
My Life Is A Song #3
I grew up in a country home. This is not a reference to location, though I suppose it was countryish being an acreage on the edge of town surrounded by the sweet and not so sweet aromas of farms. No, my home was country in a music sense. Country and Western, in fact, would […]