Category: GRINDS

MY HOME

This was supposed to be our happy day…the one we smile genuinely, the one we spend talking about how I he lifted me in the kitchen and almost burned us both, the one he found out he was going to be a father and couldn’t stop smiling. He wasn’t supposed to die today.

UNPREDICTABLE COURSE OF LIFE

Sometimes he’d sip on his cognac, the drink that costed him a dime – he preferred it shipped to his chateau from Remy Martin winery in france, whose cockage fees was equivalent to the cost of the drink.