"Never mind Joan, you'll see later." With that she placed the bag on thekitchen table. I eyed it curiously. "No peeking!" she admonished. Aunt Viv gav... us both quick hugs and was onher way. "Are you ready to get started?" I asked her."I am if you are."With the two of us doing the job the work should go a lot faster. Iopened the can of ceiling white and was greatly relieved that there wouldbe more than enough to do the job. The paint thoroughly stirred notshaken (ha ha) I gathered up the rolling. .. I get how ripped nice jeans are cool, like "oh these are classics, James Dean mother fucker." But why the fuck would someone want to look dirty? Are these like retro Mexican Jeans? Why would someone want to give the impression they just got done picking strawberries when they didn't? Either way -I'm in a bar and I'm drunk as shit. Let's all agree that we've had their fair share of beer goggles. Twilight Zone kicks in....Fat is skinny, ugly is hot, Arabians are not Arabians, etc. We all. How well she made my wife her elder sister too. .(Elder sister………….meaning my wife………How wishful thinking?) I told her to make herself comfortable.Me: Puno I usually have a couple of drinks but will skip it if you are not ok with that.Puno: I can see you have quite a well stacked bar and Love I have always wanted my man to behave like one. I am sure you wouldn’t behave like an animal like my dad does after drinks. Please don’t change your habits for me. In any case as you have your drinks I. Richard was one of those who'd get the announcement; I couldn't talk about little Johnnie to him over the phone—on the phone I was Jack Heyward, no relation to either Jackson or Lisa Carstairs—but I wanted him to know. To his I added a brief note: "Sorry, we thought better of all but the first letter of Jeremiah. JEC." He'd get a kick out of it.I wondered idly if he'd try to match my handwriting with Jack Heyward's. If he did he was in for yet another disappointment; as Heyward I'd been a.