In the past I discussed this little studio apartment where I lived in my mid-twenties. I have written about some of my experiences there, such as the time I drank some bad malt liquor and had an accident, and how I fell in love with the girl who lived across the way.
Tag: experiences
The Flu That Stole Christmas – Part II
That smile is not forged from anything wholesome.
I left you last, Christmas Eve, 1am, while our last guest had to be escorted by my father who walked her two houses down from where she lived. She also had helped clean, although I believe broke a few dishes.
During the cleaning, we had set up an assembly line with my sister and mother bringing over all the glassware and dishes to the sink. Al, my sister’s boyfriend, washed everything by hand and then handed to me for the drying. My dad was breaking down the bar.
