Mize Fiction Audiobook Heartfelt Light Fun Endearing Entertaining True
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a 75 year old country woman who hadn't traveled more than 50 miles from her birth home was making the three hour trek to witness the second member of our family graduate college, how could I look her in the eye and say Meemaw, I failed spanish. A native Texan, failed spanish. No es verdad, yep. Old Danny wayne said the tipton's are gonna slaughter hogs this afternoon. You want to come steamy? I'd rather say Lp, little tammy is going to be there, She's sweet on you Stevie. Oh, I don't care about that damn boy. People yelled, What the **** you want to see a hog slaughter for you ain't but nine years old. You ain't meant for killing things. Shot three birds, my BB gun this morning, dang, it russell, this land ain't for killing. It's meant for growing chickens, gardens, They bring things into this world. People rarely yelled in the mean way. I grew up between two homes, my very own may maybe pile, saying goodbye to one parent to go see another, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye. What built up in me over the years is then resentment from being forced to live in that maybe pile until I realized that resentment itself kept me in the maybe pile. I learned by following the local bartenders who said, hey, yo listen kid, you serve the people, you served a house. These local bartenders were only in their forties, but somehow now they seemed older if I saw them in the daylight, I didn't recognize them. They had ashen faces and sunken cheekbones as if they only looked good at night in the bars, mood lighting. But when they were behind the bar they were flamboyant and exciting flipping cocktail napkins, shaking martinis. They were quick at the joke or to light up your smoke as billy Joel sang on the jukebox. The way to win at this game relied heavily on hitting the ball and unexpected areas and have it ricochet around like unstable electrons and eventually land in some obscure area like underneath the couch or mixed in with the unfolded laundry or my personal favorite on top of the bookshelf, A major spot for my home run record since my little sister couldn't reach up there for those three months, we were on our very own adventure all over new york city, we discovered the World Cup and went to the restaurants of the teams that were playing like korean restaurant or a french bistro. She introduced me to Colombian food Empanadas, Arepas Barnwell owes. It was a magical summer and I learned what it's like to live in love. I stood alone in a college basketball arena wearing tattered shoes and wondering if I'd ever get to college and frustrated. I threw the ball over my head behind my back from the half court line and I said, well if it goes in then, then what