Remember that time…

that my dad and my uncle smuggled beer into the hospital to bring to my grandfather? No? Well I do. It was yesterday.

Ok, well not exactly sneaking it, the nurses said he was allowed one a day but somehow it just feels wrong when my dad hands me a bottle of Coors and says “here, put this in your purse.” The man has had back surgery and two or three heart attacks in the past two weeks. Somehow I doubt that alcohol is going to be aiding in his recovery.


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