"I'll just have one more," he promised. "I swear this is the last one." I laughed, knowing very well that this was definitely not the case. I pulled the Yuengling handle down and tipped the pint glass underneath. "So, how many more beers is she worth?" I asked as I placed the beer in … Continue reading Just go the f*ck home.
"You have to come home at some point, you know. And don't fall in love either. I'll miss you too much if you stay." I laughed at my mother's words as she hid the tears behind her sunglasses. I took it as a joke, but I knew she was at least half serious. With … Continue reading A story with an expiration date