Here I am, drunk with my brother, sister and grandmother. I can’t remember how old I was, but I do remember taking sips from that glass my grandmother is holding.
There’s me in the corner, losing my religion
WRITER, ETC.,
WRITER, ETC.,
Here I am, drunk with my brother, sister and grandmother. I can’t remember how old I was, but I do remember taking sips from that glass my grandmother is holding.