I’m not Josey Grossey
I woke up so angry and sad. My hometown bar is closing, last night was their final night. I spent most Friday and Saturday nights from the age of 35-39 there. I wasn’t going to go, actually the one person I thought would ask me didn’t even ask me (hurt feeling #1). Then I was asked by someone unexpected. At first I said yes but then common sense kicked in. First the group of girls I used to go with,…
