I was driving this big red Chrysler convertible down to T's with my five-year-old to pick up a 100-sheet of blotter acid. I go into the bar and get what I need to get and I come out and my daughter is leaning out of the car yelling "MOM! DID YOU GET THE DOPE?" and it was okay: I knew nobody thought it was me because my daughter's dad was black.
My Neighbours
Mary lives a few doors down:
