Mother’s Day 286 5 It’s 30 minutes to midnight. Saturday night. I just stumbled in from the bar. I’m not high. OK, I’m high. But just a bit. I’m eating a banana. For some reason, I love eating bananas after drinking. I swear …
Be A Baby 170 6 Tamms asks a question that has disturbing her for a while, “What’s bacon made from?” “Pig,” I say. “And sausage?” “Another pig,” I say and chuckle. She doesn’t. Tamms has the sense of humour of an overflowing ashtray. And …
