Back in Jr High, my friends and I would skip shop class and go to my house. We would proceed to drink my parents booze and BBQ steaks. Instead of throwing out the empty liquor bottles, I would just place them in the back of the liquor cabinet. A couple of years later when my mom found the empties she blamed it on her alcoholic mother. That was over 20 years ago and my mom still doesn’t know the truth. That’s one of the many reasons why I’m going to hell.
