“Don’t believe anything that drunk lesbian tells you,” he said.
“You mean your granddaughter?” I replied.
“That’s right.”
“Then you aren’t a son of a bitch?”
Friday, June 22, 2018
the last book I ever read (Venita Blackburn's Black Jesus and Other Superheroes: Stories, excerpt five)
“Don’t believe anything that drunk lesbian tells you,” he said.
“You mean your granddaughter?” I replied.
“That’s right.”
“Then you aren’t a son of a bitch?”
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