97/365 Nigger Alice
Alice spent afternoons opposite my grandmother (Honky Alice), slamming cans of Pabst Blue-Ribbon on the kitchen table, laughing, cussing and badmouthing men they’d long since buried. Identical beneath the skin, they used racial slurs as terms of endearment so you knew which was which.
posted by - Christine at 9:38 AM
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I see them in a black & white photograph, beer and laughter and love at the forefront.
Makes me wish I had a time machine so we could travel back and hang with them for a day. Oh what wicked fun!
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