It was pushing 95 degrees on a Tuesday afternoon in July. I craved a Dr. Pepper on ice so I walked to the convenience store to purchase one. Mark was sitting on his sidewalk, malt liquoring, still plowing through a volume of the Dune Chronicles. Sean sat next to him tippling a fifth of Dr. Old Crow. Donny was sitting across the path from them. An empty half pint of vodka rested near him. A tattooed woman wearing what amounted to a black bikini stood nearby. I didn't recognize her.
Old Crow Meets Dr. Pepper
Old Crow Meets Dr. Pepper
Old Crow Meets Dr. Pepper
It was pushing 95 degrees on a Tuesday afternoon in July. I craved a Dr. Pepper on ice so I walked to the convenience store to purchase one. Mark was sitting on his sidewalk, malt liquoring, still plowing through a volume of the Dune Chronicles. Sean sat next to him tippling a fifth of Dr. Old Crow. Donny was sitting across the path from them. An empty half pint of vodka rested near him. A tattooed woman wearing what amounted to a black bikini stood nearby. I didn't recognize her.