A long time ago I learned not to explain things to people. It misleads them into thinking they’re entitled to know everything I do.
A chapter pertaining to the string of noble friends in my life whom I would call best. I am lucky enough to have counted several, and I’m still young by gad. The adhesive joining us, always, has been a sense of confederacy. A penchant for mischief and irreverent humor. Us against Them. As long as we were together, we managed to have as much fun as possible, because really, otherwise, what’s the fucking point?
I decided she was a sly little fox, and that her smile was sweeter and hotter than any whiskey I’d ever tried to lose myself in.