Booze Hound

Back at the party they were just unpacking the bags and setting things up, exuberant with the success of the Liquor Run operation.  Then Kristie’s dad walked in, eye-balled the situation, directed Kristie to get in the car, and took her home.  He dropped her off under the supervision of the baby sitter watching her… Continue reading Booze Hound

Sherwood

Sherwood was the kind of guy everyone admired. Just like his name implied, sure and steady, strong and sturdy, just like a piece of wood. (to be continued)

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