"Good night Justin," Trista said as she leaned over and kissed me softly before pulling the door handle to open the door."Good night," I said as I wat...hed Trista stand up and shut the door.I watched her walk across the parking lot toward her house and she seemed to have a little trouble walking as she couldn't walk in a strait line.Trista disappeared into her house and I focused my attention on the entrance of the church parking lot. As I sat there waiting I changed radio stations to something. 7 days motha mee akka battalu leekundaane undi ra….Appude srinivas gaadu… Vaadiki ekkada nachithe akkada.. Tattoos veeinchadu…Annadu…Inko uncle emoo… Aaahe inka cheppali ante… Goa lo start ayyamu ante…. Hyd outs cuts varaku me akka battalu leekundne maatho denginchukundi…Kaani mee akkatho voche sukhan antha intha kaadu ra ani anatam tho… Naaku pichi leechindi…Byt motham uncle frnds valla phons lo amma pics chusthu zoom cheskuntu… Tattoos ekkada ekkada veeskundi… Ani chusthu unnanu…Anthaloo enti. I was soon wearing a suit and tie to work. Our social events centered around places other than the local bar. It became obvious we were meant to be together, so it was no surprise when Sandra answered 'yes' to the question 'will you marry me?'Our wedding day was a joyous occasion to say the least. It was almost three years to the day since Sandra and I met. I was 23 and Sandra was 25. Our parents were all there and actually seemed proud of us. Everyone wished us the best for our future. Our. The bar skank looked dumb, was, as she sauntered over trying to remember her lines, made it easy, telling her to get me a Bud bottle, her eyes lighting up a little, all slags wanted to be told what to do, that was biological. Gave the pig a five dollar tip, she looked perplexed, like she should blow me now or something, the cow. The place was beat, linoleum floor, where it still was, the rest dirty worn wooden planks, the stools mismatched, the bar, once elegant carved mahogany, now worn,.