I just got home from the bar with Lime Vodka, but if only I had a bit more money for gas.
My son walked home from, when he got home he asked me if he can go to a dance with this girl he really likes. I didn't know what to say, but I want Junior to enjoy himself. I just don't know what he can wear for the proper attire.
I thought about it, so I looked in my closet and, luckily, I bought a suit from the 1970s. It didn't really fit him that well, nor his appearance. It was the best I can give him.
The other problem was that was we didn't have any money in my pocket. I told he had to meet someone at the gym. He left and started walking, I hope he has a great time at the dance and everybody will welcome him because he is poor and he has a different race than everybody else.
After the dance, he came home with Roger and his friends and I was surprised that someone would be nice enough to do that. Junior said he has a blast, he had pancakes and a ride safely home.
He took a shower, put on his pajamas, and went to bed at 3:00 am.